tomorrow. yesterday maybe
today I don’t breathe
the concrete crust peels off in dusty crumbs
beneath
a maelstrom of stars and stones
slowly grinding its way
along the furrows of long forgotten orbits
towards no end
creep inside rest ashore
I am everything you were
afterglow
the concrete crust peels off in dusty crumbs
beneath
a maelstrom of stars and stones
slowly grinding its way
along the furrows of long forgotten orbits
towards no end
creep inside rest ashore
I am everything you were
afterglow
Es gibt kein richtiges leben im falschen
Along the furrows, towards no end
Afterglow. Rest ashore
postmordium
If I were mud, I would rise as a monster
the crust that settles over all things
I should return
the old path through the marsh
was haben wir geliebt
