Motorama

This Night

Motorama


No focus
Her birth is a dark explosion
No more comfort, a miracle or horror
We are sitting and breathing
Do you hear that singing?
We are waiting for the meeting

This night is a child of a black sun

A glimpse of a black thing
A shimmer of a dark ring
A new place with the new feelings
A new way of living
A new way of thinking
A new way of breathing