In Days Now Here
IN DAYS NOW HERE
As the sun goes slowly blind
As day gives way to night
Does the earth bring forth works of the nocturnal kind
To light
As...
Voices from the abyss
Voices from the abyss
I wake up in the morning sounding like a cosmic colossal catastrophe
About to unfold
I wake up every morning with a different...
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Do you never tire
of the slow motion of a constant stroke or of the tick-tock
of Olympian detachment?
On...
Colour of hope
Colour of hope
I looked over my shoulder one day
over a vast vivacious field filled with people just like me
on a day that the sun...
