This Night, Never This night, when sleep comesTo me, neverThe light, which stingsMy mind, neverI fight, for my eyes areClosed, neverIn sight, is the nothingnessOf the back of my eyelidsBut I am asleep, never.
Light and Dark In my tent, made in the coversI read a book, to pass the timeThe little light, exuding from the lanternSoothes my eyes.The darkness hurts, because I am jealousOf others who use darkness for sleepWhile I read and writhe in restlessness.
The Ambient Effect Ambience, like a hollow tubeEchoing, swelling, deforming soundLike an open space with smooth barriersIll-absorbed by the textureless wallsLike a compressed containerMultiplying sound to an immense levelAmbient sound, like a songEchoing, growing, exploding, fadingInto those smooth barriers.
Bjork - Hyperballad Remake I live on a mountain. There's a beautiful view from the top. I stand at the cliff, and I see an expansive horizon. Trees like grass, covering the landscape. Snow like frosting smeared smoothly over everything. Rocks, jutting out of the landscape like pyramids in the sand. Streams, running randomly like veins on hands. It's getting dark. I throw little things off the edge of the cliff, like car parts, bottles and cutlery... or whatever I find lying around. I listen to what they sound like on their way down, crashing against the cliff wall. I watch little pieces spiral out as they hit, and wonder if it's part of the rock
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