United by decay
Men without shadows
Rise from the desert of wisdom
And bridge islands with sands on soles.
We may be brothers after all in all the days before tomorrow.
And finally destroyed
Our thirst for solace is insatiable.
We may be brothers after all in a tragic topography.
The age of myth is a new sun
Where the timbre of voices illuminates
The air of possession bearing witness:
This enchanted forest belongs to a child.
We may be brothers after all in a spread without landmarks.
The storyteller unfolds her elegant lot in life -
A palimpsest of solitude
Distant musings of delay
A grating lure sometimes a ploy a dance or long spells of silence.
We may be brothers after all in a language of paradise and paradox.