"Vent" (2001) Vertices shatter; a structure crumbles. Neglected branches reflect, off a window to what? To the unpredictable time signature. Misaimed, perhaps misled, the frequency travels through the unreal medium. Nothing can stop it; no one would want to. It gives life yet harbors an end. There is a connection, undeniable and inexistent. The inspiration comes from above, reflected below. As the sky is scorched day by day, cooled at night by the ivory that simply is. Think in pattern; see where it gets you. Until we give birth to a star. We will grow cold in this place, this blaze. Play on water, walk on words. Take up your tool, strike the faceless. Surface with inspiration, within. Enough with pointless modification. Unending, we require a change. I surrender, unending: we require a change.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 01:55:50 +0000