I stretch my hands. Clutch vacant laughter. In silence and sweet, sweet pain. Without demand. But with a longing. For what will never come again. I smell your perfume.
Such distance to the tips of the fingers,. The ganglion loom jerks inside;. The body grows steadily stranger. But the spirit won't be denied.. That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball,.
Stranger still in another town,. How normal to sit out the dance,. Eating the good meal by myself,. Toasting the empty glass;. And they're already setting out.
I found myself lying on the balcony,. Stripling terror, naked to the bone;. The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me -. I saw it all just a moment ago..
I just can't see why you can't see what I mean,. But I can't make things any plainer, the words get in the way -. Is that quite what I mean?. If not now, then certainly sooner or later.
You can see in the 1st light that's graced as dawn. That there's nothing in my heart but pain. As I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone. All the elements rage to explain.
You don't have to say a thing,. The silence is sweet,. We've been together today. In a way we might never repeat.. Oh, your head on the pillow,. The distance in your eyes.
In the year 1486 the Malleus first appeared,. Designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears:. Prescribing tortures to kill the Black Arts;. And the Hammer struck hard..
I am the suck of air you take. That you've had many times before;. I am the blow you try to fake,. But which still throws you out the door;. I am the air that fills your lungs,.
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,. Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.. In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night.
Horus the Good lived in the North. In lands of fertility and beauty. But Set stayed in the hard desert. To him belonged all drought and perversity. . And he sheds his tears.
i. THE EMPEROR. Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night. away from you. You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between.
You got some shares in a speculative venture,. you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond,. you stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,. the game is on....
North was somewhere years ago and cold:. Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry:. I walked the waters' depths and played my mind..
Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,. Leaning on props that are rotten,. Hoping for anything, looking for a sign. That I am not forgotten.. Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,.
(Hammill). . I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance. To tell you what I think about the music. That's gone down. To which you madly danced - frankly,.
Dance in Sand and Sea. So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,. I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago. My memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know.
The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping. In the quiet of his room,. But then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;.
Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy. And if I talk to myself, what's the crime. In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time. When all memory is mellowed.
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,. Looked down, around, and all that I could see. Were those that I would dearly love to share with. Crashing on quite blindly to the sea.