1. BEYOND RECOGNITION

Eyes watching over me
Expectations smothering me
Inhaling black smoke
Deep breathing servitude

The mind and the body melt
Scorched by the sun
They coagulate
And when it’s over
Unrecognised, unsalvageable

Concrete trapping heat
Perfect grey jagged edges cave in on me
Things being pulverised in the distance
Crushed into a fine dust
Dead carcass in the gutter
Live carcass on the street
No thought of the future
I drift off

Nothing looking back
A gaze that sees no reflections
A trance-like state
The smell of burnt particles left behind
Sounds of the city fade away

Haze clears
All concrete things are dissolving
Around me
One thing flows into another smoothly

No tangible thoughts exist here


2. CRYSTALLISED

The bar has stopped moving
The frontier retreats, cowardly
Nothing sees me
Pleased by it’s acolyte
Bask in the emptiness

Inside me there is a pulse
Exhale black smoke
Impurity is spewed

What I have is enough
All of my energy is refocused inward
The bar has stopped moving
The frontier retreats
What I have is enough

Am I lost in here
So much that is squandered
All of my energy is refocused inward

I was created in the image of an expanse
Nothing sees me

In loneliness I am crystallised

Inside me there is a pulse
Exhale black smoke
Impurity is spewed into the air
Scars heal over
Sadness is regeneration

In loneliness I am crystallised

Liquid gold trickles down
Pools around the foundation
Hardens
Unshakeable, resplendent


3. LIQUID GOLD

Born of this capeta, I cannot go on
I will not allow it to live within me
To let it spread and mutate into something unspeakable
Chemicals remain in the body forever

I feel every barb
Keeled over
Lens glistening
Every thorn becomes a precious gemstone
A seed for the future

In the rapids of grief I am torn apart
My remains cascade down and scatter
Flowing through creeks and rivers
Until they are swallowed up by the ocean


4. THE PAINT OF AN INVADER

I was once the paint of an invader
Splattered onto dry earth
Brushed over aeons
Slathered onto alien skin
Paraded through the streets of the new world
But I have escaped
My grotesque identity heals
Some parts are cauterised
Other parts are sewn together for the first time

The drought is over
More rain than I have ever seen
Soaking through my body
And through the layers of history below
A different type of grey fills the air
The cold touches my skin
I feel others around me
Haven for deprived beings
This is not the ruinous inferno
Not the fear of being devoured
Not the mess of wires at my feet
Not the slouch back to the dark


5. BIRDS AND MACHINES IN BRUNSWICK

(Instrumental)


6. DIVINE LAUGHTER

There is a tiny island
We swim out to reach it
My legs flail helplessly
But I don’t think for a second
We arrive at the shoreline
The wind picks up
The sand lashes at my shins like a thousand tiny knives
I’m thrown upwards
My arms have been replaced with wings
I feel the hollowness of my bones
I fly back over the mainland and wave goodbye
Further and further away
I am with the stars now
And when it is time
I will explode
But I am pulled back to earth by the weight of routine
I hear sirens in the distance
I move between my bed and my chair
I stare at a screen
Hideous concoction of atoms