The Opening by Himinbjorg
As a gleam appearing far away in the landscape, the
time has come
As if this flame was the visual rendering of my
sensations,
As a presence which keeps my senses awaken, the process
is on
As if something should happen here now, my reason has
gone
As I would penetrate my own soul, I feel in my own
stomach
It's the moment which unfolds toward the infinite
It's the moment that should have happened,
That explains all the others,
That's always been there, which is the cause, the
instant and the destination
It's the moment when the curtain falls, it's the moment
when you face what you are
We run naked in the forest, our heads are trimmed with
antlers
Everything is now no more but an explosion of wailings
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