sync

spread your wings, synchronize your fireflies ... every spring i recall the empty eyes of hollow men. every spring the past is more forgettable, every spring more losers piss on the graves of winners ... this all seems like a lot of invalid code. my eyes copy the concrete structures of the city ... they really try to memorize the passing crowds ... till one day they will see the ONE face that is not unique ... from that moment on the world will burn with silent fire ... toward the final synchronization of all movements.

::: don't look, don't look the shadows breathe :::

passing away

... may the dust not cover you. your time has shrunk into yesterdays. ... now that i see the finite image of you i stand impressed, touched with the purity and rightness of your life.

::: that i’ll see you again, :::