...and still I dream about the colors
Or was it smoke
Seducer sun shine on me
Familiar scene, fever dream, hallucination
This beauty
Open the white doors
To the field of thoughts
Where no light
What are these penetrating colors
Of this soundscaping noisefloor?
Is this the
The black iris devours pictures in silence
The image of devils
Night swells to distant spheres
Silent throat of unholy times
The withering
Opulent kinetic sculptures
Visualized voices in motion
Plastic puppet pictures
The first burning candle
Like a newborn in a cradle
Forgotten at
The light of the sun - is so cold down
Under the dark sky we stand
Under heavy rain we walk
Your
Träng dig genom väggens bud
Till en värld utan ljud an
exponent
...och ater fran havens land
Dessa tunna sidor tunga blad
Vindar som
Inhale/exhale
Inhale the exhaled
Inhale/exhale
Inhale the injected voice
Inh
...and still I dream about the colorsOr was it smoke
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