Listen to windmills,
Breathe, become breath

Coarse hair is stroked across strings
A the faint sonority travels on winds
Bold changes in the sky, it is cleaned
Violin!, imerse me now in your squandered dreams

Listen to windmills
Learn to breathe, become breathing man

The bones hammer, tuning in on precession
Lower the drums, turn a slow recession
Imagine circling down metal tubes and dripping out
fluidly over the sounds of the Englar Alheimsins
a journey to the underworld, home?

Englar Alheimsins; listen to windmills breathe

Write in spite.