Tonight I danced with your ashes for the last time and killed you again, but this time for myself. I hid your ashes in a black glass until the day I set you free, until the day I set myself free...
A Shift A forced concept altered A choice between two paths Both leading to the same end These hands, the narrators of The boundaries between stillness and equality Indefatigability proves exhaustion The lost given to the forgotten The struggle yields to calm And ceaselessness leads to strangeness
