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AnthropoDigital Cantata “The Angel of Time”

There is a place on which

My head can rest

Threshold of thoughts

Open like empty shell

Replicating the sound

Of Oceans dark and deaf.

A drop within the rain…

Orphanhood of meaning is my fur,

You find shelter in it

Because I am a fox because I am a bird

Because I weave an image

With the strands of your hair.

The wait is broken,

The resurrected foam kissing the waves,

Pelagos of desire the king is dead

The young in love and hubris

Between gazelle and monster

Forgot a change of sails.

Oblivion slowly snowing on his name.

Young Athenians put skulls to rest

Bones crawling everywhere

A stone a shelter and a grave

No thread granted to them

Twisted walls blood without corpses run away

Woman and monster in my hands

A labyrinth of death – Angel of Time cries in his lair

While like a stray dog I lie before the living gate,

Safeguarded by a bear with lance and mare nostrum,

Drawing circular dreams In the intangible

Stonehenge of my nostos.

The foxes have dens,

Your image equinoctial craving is my shelter, the birds of air have nests,

The Son of Man, however, hath not where to lay His head…

Music: https://suno.com/s/57Cty6zjiZjyVIlp