nitrogen narcosis
Rauschend, berauschendes Gefühl der Einsamkeit. Drang zur Vergangenheit. Hang zur Tiefe.
Joyel Moue
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If you were an Indian - equally ready
and the galloping horses, crooked in the air
every now and then shook over the quivering ground
until you let the spores, because there were no spores
until they threw away the reins, as it were no reins
and no land in front of him as a smooth-mown heath,
even without the horses neck and Horsehead.
vertiginous moments
We are too thin,have no mouth.
Our legs are stiff and knock together.
Our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica.
Our legs are stiff and knock together.
Our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica.
t.tzara
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
the leaves they were crispéd and sere-
the leaves they were withering and sere:
It was night, in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
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Bells of donna
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
P.Floyd
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