Rumble, mild disturbance, some eyes move
Towards it.
Some widen, some feet shift, some carts are turned
Away from it.
Thus the world is changed, but only so much.
As for the rest... there is not even a sigh.
However
Rugged grey mountains persist
In the distance where we had walked
Once? Twice. Once and a half perhaps
For the rest was lost
In our carelessness
[But it was just a laugh
Just a laugh
Even at this angle
And so we crumble
A ten ton head, made of wet sand
This dread circumference
You've gotta be kidding me]
Something refuses to wait for me
With my darkened soles, my weathered cane
The forlorn watches me move
Whether further or forth, it cannot yet say
Whether alone or along - it could swear
That there was something
[It was just a laugh, just a laugh
It's whatever you say it is
In split infinities]
When the mustard flowers droop to age
And the bulls have brought forth their offsprings
The earth is seeping into the seeds
And breaking life out of them
When everything is the way it has always been
Stubborn, old, unsullied by death
And the dream is fresh in our hands
Half a pack of stolen existence
That we dare not smoke
When I am here, in all my solidity
Paltry, inevitably... what will you do?
What to pour into, to pore through
To fumble with, to hold
Even at this angle
Rugged grey mountains persist
When the rumble spreads this time
There will be so much room
To eat it up
[In your darkest hour
When you've had enough of me
When you've had enough of me]
[Sweet times]
[When you've had enough of me
When you've had enough of me]
[Sweet times]