Journeying (T)Here

Journeying here, there
Don't know if ever coming back
The woods, surround;
fade away the thoughts
Mobile, fluidized; assimilating with the wind
Eearthform becomes abstract,
way of feeling released
Hill after hill,
ancient beasts start to walk across the roads,
from beyond the borders
And hitherto, the mindpuzzling defiant waltz of infinity

The to shed off the pretense, time to become naked
Sincere and brutal, before the Night
And before the eye of the Sun...

Stabilized by the coldness of the forest lake
Yet musekles burning, blood rushing with the passion
Mind becomes gradually calmer
But the yearning still combusts, searches the within.

Misantropical Painforest - Ancients of War
Pumping veins of the Nethersoil
Bleeding under control of the inhumane Will
Nowhere is everywhere

Journeying