There is no known path that takes me there
Yet, I am there more often than elsewhere
A kind of unconsciously acting magnetism
Or just a recurring patern of coincindence
Like, I just keep blinking when I pass by
crossroads and signs of supreme importance
driving, flying...no, flutter-dashing onward
wherever that may be - no matter, cuz I don't

Shit, I wish I knew all that - what? what?
You know? You think you know? But if...
you can talk to me, you're falling with me
you can understand me, you don't know either
you can't understand me, you stand in contradiction
So, you think you know? No, NOOOOOOOOO!

Come, fall with me! Flutter-dash, teeter-dance
to the gap we cling - in tatters we hang,
off the cliff, off the chart, out of here
fingers tap-rap, caressing blades, hail falls
my eyes pierce the void and find nothing...NOTHING!!!
You rotten bastard! Rot with me - at the edge!
The Gap beyond! Where we fall! Where we flutter-fly
in confused swarms - in angry streams
in absolutely everything, and absolutely nothing
cuz, when you are at the gap, nothing...
nothing really matters, except the recursive emptyness
that makes your mind stretch in meaningless cycles

I piss on your fluffy colored serpentine
And I jump - I dream of falling in a dream of falling
And thus, without futher or real elucidation,
much like everything else, at the gap, before or beyond
I end

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Fotios, 25/05/2007