Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear
Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it
Low houses with leaking, weeping
rooves of rain, of hailstones by now gone
Scent of the earth, and leaves, and puddles
and sinister landscapes of snow-white marble.
Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear.
Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it
Worms that lie beneath the muddy bed
rats that swim in streams of steel
Smoke of fog, speeding cars
that quickly graze on asphalt tagliatelle
Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear.
Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it
Chalky shadows take their tired steps
Shaking low their cone-shaped heads
Slanty ghosts printed on the wall
recall flights and Frisian horses
The darkness starts to reflect your mind
while everything turns bubbly and green
