III - Nyss

Image projects destination

If you can read the signs

If identity if fluid

Then nothing will be mine

Farewell voyager

Farewell my heart

Even that which is untrue

Must exist in extremes

As above so beneath

Somewhere in between

Nothing you have forgotten

Is everything you have seen

Nothing you are becoming

Is fucking nothing have seen

Farewell voyager

Farewell my heart

Farewell voyager

Farewell my heart

Abstracts incapable of foundation

Self deceiving in abdication

We supplant chaos with idols

We all feel the paradox — twisting

Life drawn by line

On hands wrought in stone

Torsion separating

Thought and what is known

Distorting fragile tensions

Between what is seen

And what has been shown