hear the voices bodies' noises lovers' choices echos of nothing, intruders significant silence
distinct in the quiet world we set sails on windless nights when the air is pregnant with a fragrance of madness
the air here is still the pressure on time increasing all this weighs down on us clouds woven of nothing
yet with threat and weight they float about trapped automata and an instant has expired
and the silence is disturbed and I feel life emerge, immense slowly raindrops falling pale of winter painted painted green dream tonight a thousand dreams of a dance on moonbeams a thousand raindrops falling break the surface of the "real" dissolved in the texture