Not long ago-in mind - we picked our choiceand we
Words can never justifyThat I have never spokenCommunication brokenI try
I urged for a walk in the garden on a
I want to fleeA pause from the dimWhere are the
It's so strange, and yet so simple
Written on a piece
(...And All This From Which Was And Will Never Come
Where there used to be a wax-candleBlowing in the rhythm
See this form of darkness
and search its endless feast
Floating through
See this form of darknessand search its endless feastFloating through
We've got electric light - electric sightElectric mother riverYou float
An empty room
What are we living for
It is for you
It
[King Crimson, 1969]
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking
The surrounding walls for yet unknown qualities.Have you ever been
My eyes are closedI feel alonethere is something inside medripping
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