Pearlspinner
birdvalley
The earth in mountains and valleys
hidden are the wings
the shrieking of thousands of gullets
soft the luring of the forest
behind the mountains the outblown sails are sweeping
phantom ship
In the cleaved foamings
overwinds itself the ship
endlessly roaming
in imageless waters
never it reaches the broken waters at the coast
seanumbing
Soft the water
in sourceless birth
white images mingle themselves with their perceivement
the body ripples under the sea
at the edge of the water ashines the forest
creaking wood in moonlight
See the descended lightning
spread out over mossy grounds
motionless the trees
easy the branches are breaking
capricorn beetle
On the ground the horned burrowing
through leaves and swineshair lights the darkness
the fog comes on
mirage
The clouds enborder the suspended water
in the branches the blinks
of fled birds
out of a distance the clanking of sound
the tin factory
Creakiness and shattering
of separated touches
a tin to fill up
it doesn't know it's rim
silent are the surrounded places
whisperdome
In between raised walls
in dense whispering interweaved
reflection of unspoken sounds
in vaulted arches
pearlspinner
All directions link together
in the embracement of the oval being
the overstretching reaches here it's limit
the land riddles the light
fata morgana
Reflected in all parts
of a self reflecting source
movable through soft rotatating arches
frameless becomes the image
the weightlessness principle
White translucent light
the unrelenting slaughter
the heavyness sunken in belivable clouds
that nobody knows