The black web falls and I see tunnels
Tunnels in a milliard directions
covered with small veins like those of the finger
There never was a mistery
Red, dry riverbeds of life
Leading to barren seas
Roaches with soft wings cover the earth and me
Paths along the mountains to the dephts of the ocean
Spirits breathing, every thing watches
A such welcoming desolation
A horror so tangible as to lose meaning, I cannot see Dante's footsteps
Serpentine trees hang upside-down
Strange idols scream
Bushes with fangs and teeth hide the path winding ever downwards
Spirits breathing
Falling from one precipice to another
draggend by the shoulders down
Regular-shaped cliffs lead down
pulled down by the head
The stairs made for a god
Faces in all directions
Spirits breathing
Segments of microbiological waste
The trees cannot reach here
Vast landscapes
Linger between mountain roots
The most distant ends of the DNA
Vibrate with recognition
The v***** of the earth
Swift spirits tumble in debris
Veins of the firnament pulsate with death
I see faint voices ahead
The walls of rock shift shape
Behind heavy shrouds of hanging fumes
As the sund covers the red surface of the ocean above
Indigo nothingness extends
The sun divides slowly into smaller spheres
Winds play in the dust
The dust itself desintegrates
Lavoisier was wrong
I turn my million eyes
Black granite ascends far above A madonna of the gods.
Features chiselled deep
Each shade in the cosmic radiations hides an abyss
A vertical seam
Black granite ascends
A vertical seam opens
A monument reveals
An eternal hollow
A rotating serpent, coiled an eight, rotating twirling
Two serpents rotating
A thousand million serpents
One inside every cell
Of every organism
Ever lived or ever to live
Tunnels in a milliard directions
covered with small veins like those of the finger
There never was a mistery
Red, dry riverbeds of life
Leading to barren seas
Roaches with soft wings cover the earth and me
Paths along the mountains to the dephts of the ocean
Spirits breathing, every thing watches
A such welcoming desolation
A horror so tangible as to lose meaning, I cannot see Dante's footsteps
Serpentine trees hang upside-down
Strange idols scream
Bushes with fangs and teeth hide the path winding ever downwards
Spirits breathing
Falling from one precipice to another
draggend by the shoulders down
Regular-shaped cliffs lead down
pulled down by the head
The stairs made for a god
Faces in all directions
Spirits breathing
Segments of microbiological waste
The trees cannot reach here
Vast landscapes
Linger between mountain roots
The most distant ends of the DNA
Vibrate with recognition
The v***** of the earth
Swift spirits tumble in debris
Veins of the firnament pulsate with death
I see faint voices ahead
The walls of rock shift shape
Behind heavy shrouds of hanging fumes
As the sund covers the red surface of the ocean above
Indigo nothingness extends
The sun divides slowly into smaller spheres
Winds play in the dust
The dust itself desintegrates
Lavoisier was wrong
I turn my million eyes
Black granite ascends far above A madonna of the gods.
Features chiselled deep
Each shade in the cosmic radiations hides an abyss
A vertical seam
Black granite ascends
A vertical seam opens
A monument reveals
An eternal hollow
A rotating serpent, coiled an eight, rotating twirling
Two serpents rotating
A thousand million serpents
One inside every cell
Of every organism
Ever lived or ever to live