We're ensnared by the fate if persistence As the forces of nature interact To weather slope and mountain, close and by distance Creating expanding ventifacts
Symbiosis is my guiding force Like the wind against the window I adapt my course One moment a firm wall of traditions The next an exploding substance
Swept in a distant dream, I am bound As a cunning waver trapped in it's line Facing the cold, stuck in the mould The magma here under makes fire seems
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Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought - it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of feat, the soma of motion, producing
From out of static time has grown Existence formed by substance unknown Prelude to matter, shift of disorder Completion of bonds between chaos and order
A flat planet in the centre of the universe. Who punctured us? Who thrust the needle into our flesh? Geocentrism came crawling back - licking the needle
Stellar flames create formations, Lucent constellations and invitations to the expeditious mind Novas that see our destination From their hibernation
White petals Red lines Highest heaven Deepest mines Vertically green This is how it's seen I never thought the world would come to this I never thought
Amongst the elements, I surrender on eternity's behalf The soil on which I walk, the air in which I talk The drop I swallowed, the fire I followed -
Glomeration of the four's constructiviness An intelligental substance permanent I sensed the elemental tenderness In the mind, in Nature's argument
The mysteries of a hidden past. Precession of the planetary relations. Cosmology, a linear or circular cast? Restitution of a genuine consciousness.
Temptation impales the vulnerable Transforming the breed as it strains to erase Cleansing the body and perfecting the bliss Falling further into its
"The gods are great, I am the greatest" Mother of earth, mother of all Father of air, father of all Brother in flames Sister of seas Gods of my world
The grains of my solid roots Go deep into the youth of existence They mirror the path of my forefathers Through the winter way alone To mount and rove
The silence was utter, the sleep was long A torment for even the brave Peals of thunder even did not forsake The lifeless soil of this eternal-white
Nature is about to regain The firm bastion of existence A circular and furious monument Of the everlasting remnants of evolution The winds rove beyond
