SLEEPWALK ON THE EDGE OF MIND I was sleepwalking on the edge of mind. Soundless footsteps cracked the ravelling path like broken glass. Every piece and bit was parcelling truth like a diamond, Mirroring blinks of brightness, flashing reflections of the past, trying to gain some meaning in face of the present. My eyes were obscured by the sight of a thousand cries roaring for help. Every single shout as a fragment, Teared pieces of regret. I wish a tide could rise that style and high again. Break at the crest Then wash it all away. Buried in a surplus of hidden tears And well cultivated despair. Far beyond the only song that played along was carrying on, Stretching the horizon to a precise single momentum. Its core breathes the dust of old memories, vague insight and affairs shuffling infinitely. A state in which only that changes what I'm holding most dear. A dreams-come-true of all I have ever wanted to achieve. A smashing ride to the end of all senses peak. A sleepwalk on the edge of mind, A silent empire out of reach. |
3.1.7 'A SILENT EMPIRE, or: THE IMPERIAL MIND' music conceived, performed/programmed and produced by HENRY BONES spoken words: voice and words by THOM YORKE, taken from a documentary by ROB HODSELSMANS artwork by NIKOLAI BLAU this is a RAUM VON ZEIT UND GEIST production |
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