Εμφάνιση αναρτήσεων με ετικέτα Peter Hammill. Εμφάνιση όλων των αναρτήσεων
Εμφάνιση αναρτήσεων με ετικέτα Peter Hammill. Εμφάνιση όλων των αναρτήσεων

Τετάρτη

Sharply unclear.



The sharper the image you cut the more you disappeared;
so sharp you could cut yourself – are you still really here?
And the sharper the image you cut the more you seemed a fake,
so sharp you could cut yourself, transparently opaque...
And the sharper the image you cut the less you seemed alive;
so sharp, but this open book's transparently jive.
You were so sharp you cut yourself,
so sharp you could cut yourself;
you were so sharp you made yourself transparent
and transparently unclear.
 

Κυριακή

There you are. At the center.

There you are,
In the air, you start
At the stillness and the motion.
Where you are, are you scared
And far from the source of the secret seam?
There you are, unaware of where you've been...
There you are,
Is that where you are,
On the square and come full circle?
Where you are,
Do you care that you're part
Of a higher state unseen?
There you are,
Is that where you are,
At the center?
You exit and you enter
Labyrinthine dreams.
There you are.
There you are,
Is that where you are, at the center?
You exit and you enter...
Keep your feet on the beam.