SLEEPWALK ON THE EDGE OF MIND
I was sleepwalking on the edge of mind.
Soundless footsteps cracked the ravelling path like broken glass.
Every piece and bit was parcelling truth like a diamond,
Mirroring blinks of brightness, flashing reflections of the past,
trying to gain some meaning in face of the present.
My eyes were obscured by the sight of a thousand cries roaring for help.
Every single shout as a fragment,
Teared pieces of regret.
I wish a tide could rise that style and high again.
Break at the crest
Then wash it all away.
Buried in a surplus of hidden tears
And well cultivated despair.
Far beyond the only song that played along was carrying on,
Stretching the horizon to a precise single momentum.
Its core breathes the dust of old memories,
vague insight and affairs shuffling infinitely.
A state in which only that changes what I'm holding most dear.
A dreams-come-true of all I have ever wanted to achieve.
A smashing ride to the end of all senses peak.
A sleepwalk on the edge of mind,
A silent empire out of reach.
'A SILENT EMPIRE, or: THE IMPERIAL MIND'
music conceived, performed/programmed and produced by HENRY BONES
spoken words: voice and words by THOM YORKE,
taken from a documentary by ROB HODSELSMANS
artwork by NIKOLAI BLAU
this is a RAUM VON ZEIT UND GEIST production