(A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for utopia’s flawless lily-oceans)
Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge on pure marble nightyards we are chasing the crimson one Sorrow! My dearest wound caress me with thine silverclad hair
Naked shadows, lucid hearse Clearings eclipsed by a nondescript curse Blind is the fool whose dawn was just a narrow room
Ornamented fairy-birches Soulmirrorshrines Sometimes cries my inner flame: „Oh breathe these singing lines!“
Seraphine, thou far gone gleam I vanquish thy numb claws of purple Cold thorns are growing all around thine wretched countenance
„May your senses sleep when I touch you“
Who dared to kiss a jester’s hand while he raped my drunken violin? Blooming streams without water The paradox of our hopeless search?...NO!
Roaming all alone through orchards in the dusk Scarlet universe of lilymeadowgalaxies Here I shall bleed, on the mirror writing-road Only ardent knights unravel my mosaic
Hark...weaver of storms! Hark...moonforged sanctity!
„Why can’t I stay with you, sole beam of light? Myriad bewildered thoughts orbit my sentiments!“ ...sentiments turn to stone...
Weinend ruht dein Marmorkleid auf elfen-zartem Grunde Lautlos tönt das Silbenmeer aus deinem jungen Munde Bliebe uns ein Windhauch Zeit in auserwählter Runde Kummerfalten blühten leer und wir im Flammenbunde
Listen to our saddened chords You’ve promised me to wait This ode to my unfading sorrow: A diary in minor-notes
Suicidal astral trips through hallucination-galleries Spineless fairies sold their dreams in clairvoyant trance