ich bin der welt abhanden gekommen (there from here)

This one long lonely walkway life carries on carried on always has always will likely as not and here, the sounds and rhythm of old mahler tunes breaks free from space and climbs up walls and beneath rivers: mining the mind for the gold of human potential: growth.
And we are there, calling crawling listening low and barren in the threshold of quietness, movement stirs us and we are watching the stars slide past us as we release the need to hold onto any one thing: bright and furious, free of torment. It brings us there.

2004-10-22 | 11:33 a.m.
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