East of the Wall - Cantus I 'extract'That last season I recall well, how my body became sensitive to the faintest echoes of turmoil. A lot was perceived directly from the generous ether, though for some it was more rewarding than others. A sense of unrest hung trapped in the air for days, I cannot say how many, for I have lost count. Withal I have approached the conclusion that there is no fertile use in keeping count of what lasts a lifetime.My lifetime, that is. The Iddin-ninszubur may have been counting for longer.As the weeping ceased that day, all I took care for was to sprawl out recklessly on the rough Hivecity surface, exposed to rays of non-existent warmth. Perhaps it was the wrong season for such brainless behavior. At least with it came temporary relief from the hellish itch, so I drowned myself in the rough texture of this Smooth-skin-crafted masterpiece. Soothly, they must have though of it before any mind else, albeit they never used it in a thoughtful way. Never. I've killed days watching them thor
By this inanityBy this inanity who was made foolish once,By venoms much the same moonstruck,When time to chose creeping on tiptoe comesThe strings inside your heart will be too lose to pluck.Once in a whileAn autumn comes, new to a dreary lifeAfter one of those summers, hot with desiresWhen ancient Aeolus holds his free and frigid fifeAnd in an instant blows out the zestful fires.Step out and watch how all hopes and beliefsStand as a rotten forest all around.Illusion of true love like bleak, deep-frozen leavesFrom hollow trees will hurl to the ground.Then quietly the cunning winter stepsTo comfort you with beds of snow.Behold, lying there breathless, lying lowHow cupids come and go.Sentimentality, I stagger from your beast.With ways so foul, but necessary still,You sow depression as the demons feastUpon endurance and the power of will.Rise, lover, from the threadbare bedReach high and wreck all memories upon the shelf;When suddenly you'll find yourselfContained in a sarcophagu
East of the Wall - CoeptusThe mass begins to weep. Zeverai's body, which he carelessly shoves closer to me at least feels warm, tangled in frigid threads of light.Staggering clumsily, I fall in and out of slumber.'You wouldn't care to join me, would you? My insides are telling me off'.My friend's voice trembles like rime-covered leaves in the stubborn wind.'You wouldn't, would you?'At times he was as demanding as the drumming water. I could without guilty conscience relate this to his clamorous youth, the youth he was damn lucky to possess. Zeverai then repeats his question, somewhat reworded to catch my attention. Coming from afar, a roaring sound stumbles upon the tip of my ear. It isn't approaching.'Ama-sin?''Still here.''What should I do about them?'As always, it is too early for parlances. The thin branch bends under impudent pressure .'You're good to suit yourself. Or suit them. Whichever you like.'I immediately seek in the depths of yore and find unyielding difficulty in
FluidsLeaking waters,The taste and smell of whichNone can exemplify.Preternatural tides,Falling in and out of controlOf lunar light.Toxins and signalsStruggle to flow through tangled wires,Struggle ever more.Powered by lies,Tangible matter and photons, at times,A primitive mechanismNow only wishesTo keep crawling on fluidsOther than thoseSecretedBy earth.
II - AcerbosYou leave. I say your nameWithout a voice.I leave. You bid farewellWithout a choice.Well-trodden labyrinths at dawnOr just before.My heart and mind indulge in brawlOutside your door.I'd sleep there, of my own free will,Lulled by the humming still.If only I could easilySuch promises fulfill.Timeless and cowardly may seemMy flight,But carelessness revealed her nowUnder a different light.There's love, there's sympathy, -Take no offence.The greatest thing you'll ever learnIs just the difference.
I - ElegosTo wail is to be weak -Teach me then to suppress the grief,Which still voice cannot speak.To miss is to be trueBut I missed once, and God knows why -I fell in love with you.I see it all - the oozing lightIn sunset's coloured haze,When you stood radiant and brightAs joyous summer days.But now, behind those weary walls -White blankets, tired eyes...Fate stumbles as the sickness growsAnd calls you to the skies.How will you know what love there wasIn my heart to appease?Will I behold your fading smileBefore your breath shall cease?What change, what difference may I poseBefore your timeless sleep?And will our laugh still sound, once more,In dreams so faint, so deep?No hour to lament -To lands unknown my flesh and bone,Away, away I'm sent.No promise to sustainLife-giving ties, and other lies,For life does not remain.