wave after wave the uncertainty seems to build no further than its slow lull lapping at the darkness eroding this page before the eye / theres something in the air holding back and only a spirit of relentless perseverance will be permitted to witness the final storm crossing the sea of seas * open again to these senses / feathers of sawdust floating like moths where time slows for us to appreciate helpless dancers with the reckless force they move against / the day breaks and hangs there for eternity / illusions of stillness leave when the keys start sawing the picture / rearranging the landscape / things fall apart and * yesterdays little shivers tell us nothing of somewhere behind the farthest we can see / the set evaporates and as we accelerate in all directions the light cracks in space * the story we all knew and never told is posted back to that place where stone faces remain smiling / every empty envelope in my drawer hides its moral / safe there from what might become of me in this journey / im not taking anything into this hole * lumps that have formed in the throbbing silence of the sky muster up the strength to collide in the last hope of a clean way out / the downpour of ancient wounds impending for todays fresh ground and to the innocent seeds tucked within / they are left with nothing more than borrowed names in the catalogue of last things / open suitcases falling / diary entries blurring in winds that will spirally dismember aching arms * peelings drift into graves thawed out of frozen ground / circles of light glare and then recoil from the overwhelming exposure of others / a figure bends over a ditch decorated like a shrine with the materials one has left behind / a calendar with marked days never reached / something passed by and momentarily tricked me out of these restraints * suspended above hang shards of my memories / gleaming eyes set in formations of friends and family / further out there are unending networks aligning to close in on what remains of the daylight * stubbed out and empty wraps rustle in the draft from the gap beneath the locked door / the dust of a library finally settles on unwashed hair / as notes try to slither their way out the weight of forty eight hours takes its toll on the lids / restless sleep must wait / inside they work their magic and walls disappear / its all taken down carried out and burnt in those nights * theres a frame waiting for us / i could never capture it perfectly so i will keep hold of this thought for you / listen to this / the scrabbled message was my shy stumbling / i walked around the edge of you and i looking out for what we still might share * desire ever sinking to softer lows / peering out from a hollow deathbed / no one may notice my resolution in these calmer and clearer moments / it took time for me to realise why it comes inside out * the outer regions enshroud the mystery i cant resolve within / all i know is the loss out there / who am i crawling along tangled and intersecting webs / dropping occasionally back into the bag / the great hands cast me into the show seen by victors of the hunt / the fingers keep me to the warmth of a design stolen for secrecy *** fragments floating in the impenetrable ooze a scene so compelling despite indigestion riddles prevailing indifference surfaced as goodbye could be said peacefully we join the absence of paradise