I'd been trying to call you in my dreams
Dreams that had been temporarily suspended in our magnetic vision
Attracting anything that can fall
"I'm going to wake up" I thought
"Maybe I won't remember anything"
Most of the time we talked about holes
The whole of the hole is deep and loud
The whole of the hole is empty and distant
I'd been lookin through a lense
At the road I was about to take up
Said it was laid out in front of me
And I could hear my ego screaming
From a deep whole
In the middle of a forest where no one is and no one can hear
It was screaming with an agony that only comes from deep holes
In the middle of a forest where no one is or when falling off a cliff
in the alleys of a forsaken city or in nightmares
You asked me if i like things that have a tendency towards self destruction
Like stars beaches and poems
Wholes or dreams
Whispers and looks that are tiny omens for later words
I said, yes, and that sometimes I wish I never left Mexico
Being a place that continuously destroys and rebuilds itself
Being a place where lost souls come to find each other
Their transient words jointing together to make haikus about the existence
Of beauty remaining in strange places
So I took up the road and I believed in it
I found a rock with a face along the way,
I found feathers, I found my bones.
And I learned to walk inside out after I had found my soul
And these words they made new nuances
Darkness luminous and lightness bleak
Your eyes became the labyrinth that city is
Your eyes became the labyrinth that city is and it was darkness luminous and lightness bleak
I am reduced to the lucid stars in your eyes
I slept under them and I dreamt of Dawn
Asking her to lay me down and let me die with her
As she wanders through the city like a stray dog
She doesn't belong anywhere but she goes everywhere
She looks dirty in her own light
She is a vagabond that travels alone
Like a sleepwalker consuming herself mass by dissipating mass
She re-means the world in dreams.