In precious time I´m balancing along a virtual borderline
on neither single side of the world I may find my home
for all I want to be I need the key to all doors
I love to feel the twirling turbulences along the surface plain
entrenched in spirals of doom - between the phases of the night
a twinkling light hidden behind the mirror
Every twist of history still reveals its traces
every change of path leaves its mark on our course
every form of matter, energy, and mind
condensing from interfering vibration
bearing an encoded vision of the whole
Hand over hand I'm climbing through the abyss of decision calls
carrying on an endless research for those aesthetic crystal germs
emerging from spontaneous intuition
Every twist of history still reveals its traces
every change of path leaves its mark on our course
every form of matter, energy, and mind
condensing from interfering vibration
bearing an encoded vision of the whole