Sequence I: The Weight

The view from here it is so frightening

A world of tide pools, incompleteness all around

A god beat lightnails

Deep into the flesh of a summer night

Words fell from a paper moon

To come alive into lonely room

Time was standing still

As giants broke the cardboard sword

The old bridge sank into the river

All certainties disappeared

Roads and rivers are winded into a circle

Around the curled up monumental me

Outside looking in time and again

Feeling the weight of a jaded dream

And the view from here is frightening

Far away between Sirius and Vega

All along the Road of the ancient Gods

In the black heart of Orion

Beneath the surface of the soul

The momentum

Everything is so different now

The moon looks down with orphaned eyes

And the lighthouse sens out the fragile signals

To a distant desert sea

Roads and rivers are winded into a circle

Around the curled up monumental dream

Outside looking in, time and time again

Feeling the weight of a jaded me