This chase led me into a field of thorns
With a jaguar's velocity
Happening inside my head
In truth I lived in a liar's mouth
All my words were ideas
The ideas obeyed notions
Scared of decisions

I was running into the field of thorns
Passing slowly driving station wagons
All station wagons were white
All station wagons going at walking pace
Therefore they had to be cops
Their cover was inconspicuous
This made them suspicious
My tongue was hanging out of thirst
I stopped and kept walking
So nobody would spot me

The field of thorns reigned the area
The thorns were pricking holes in my leg
Other thorns were harmless
What should I know?
Nothing at all / Didn't ask the cops
Cause they weren't looking at me
Outstanding actors
Cops are actors / city cheetahs
Hunting my jaguar skin
From everywhere I smelled cop blood

The field of thorns fell behind
A wall was mounting up
From a ground of filthy shards
Covered with good, quiet words
So many words!
Somehow infinite/ calming
Mmhh.
I wasn't feeling safe yet
I didn't feel being hunted either
Attagirl!
These words / ensnaring
Like a female's scent
From a very close distance
Lipstip-like
Hmmh

I lost my way
And got into a maze
Made from steel blocks
Where wild fellas get into
Since they forgot being wild

I was ranging through this maze
Belted by an iceblue sky
In truth a sky of ice
Reflections of sterilely white paths
Squished between the steel blocks

I sat down to relax
Just a nap, Max!
One, two, two thousand, three thousand
I slept deeply

Something happened while sleeping
The maze vanished
The steel melted into flames
The ice flew into the ocean
The white paths got blue
I recognized something
A secret
I'm not gonna tell anyone

In the maze

Sunday fully destroyed us
Nothing remained
I was yelling at you
To turn into an echo

Revolving around your face
Like a mosquito
Under the match in a kid's hand
The fire was burning my wings

I stayed dazed at the roadside
In a car I saw your face
Bleeding gently from the lips
A black cat on the chest

Then came sunset
Dark blankets crawling out of chinks
Dancing in front of my broken wings
A sheen was on them

The book of life has been written
With my breath I fill the pages
Walking over the paper of the day
The day that already happened

I'm speaking through a whale's eyes
Stranded before the coast of fate
Amidst chunks of its life
The whale will chocke on the air

Its eye color becomes monochrome
Exhausted
A creature at the end of its life
Squirting a last, scrawny fountain

The water is trickling into the sand
Received by the surf
Carried into the ocean
All this happened already

Fog is permeating the air
My breath became darkgrey
Glimpse of the deceased whale
This is how the book of life ends

The sky is in flames
My heart dried out
Desert of life
Before the doom of the day

I reach out my hand to myself
In the kingdom of mirrors
The air smells like memories
Here I'd often skin myself

To awake in a drain
Among gigantic egg shells
Roaring deluge of water
Fuzzy voices

I will come in the night
To extinguish the burning sky
To water the desert
In the core of the fierce sun

May I look for worms in here?
Do you mind?
Does this land belong to the questions?
Whom do these words belong to?
Where were you during my absence?
Were you missing me?
Did you walk through the valley of tears?
Is this the place where we made love?

What time is it?
Did I cage the time?
What did the mobsters want?
Where were they coming from?
Did my camera irritate them?

Will you be my number one forever?
Is fire in your yellow ocher soul?
Can you steal some flower soil for me?
Is sweetness an agent against concrete?
Where do you come from?
Wanna tell me about the coordinates?

Do you obey the law of silence?
Why aren't you answering?
You belong to the people of mirrors?
Why ain't you talking?
Why?

I emerged after the battle
Before that I hadn't existed
Rested in the belly of a question mark
Surrounded by fog and drought
Dry years were passing by

I was looking out of red windows
Into an eternal, wide, cold emptiness
Iceblue tiles
Iceblue tiles
Iceblue

So I came round
In the melody of a bighearted thunder
Hugging the world in a bighearted way
Thundering benevolence
Then the iceblue tiles vanished
As if they had never existed
The thunder razed them from my memory
To turn into good rain

A good rain was pouring down
To stop the thunder
So the thunder stopped

A baby lay on the battlefield
Sleepy-eyed
A mirror of light in its glimpse
Remotely an iceblue sky
Blanket of water and light

Don't move
Be still
Listen
So you originate
To know who you are