time – Scriptorium '77

Steam

Running out of…
Water
I need to run to the kitchen

at the fall / on the wall / downhill
with the wind in your hair
no view in front of you

Time is ticking
Moving backwards
Memories flush
Through a tortured brain

forever the light
surrounded by pale darkness
puts you out of sight.

We are of no influence – just a little piece as glue.

There are abandoned places
You can look at them from home
There are abandoned items
Only seen in the wild

Waiting is a state of mind
If you are able to
If you recognise
The beauty

The gargoyles roam this place
To meet another face
To face
Fate maybe?

It’s only water
Dripping along the wall
From the ceiling to the surface below
This constant flow

Waiting for a moment / Waiting together
For a light seen / Through four eyes