Part I: The Choreography of One Thousand Legs
Wet Grains pushed aside
Longing for a life as a serpent
Followed by petrichor vapor
On a quest for a lighter darkness
Longing for smoother paths
Finally to crawl with open eyes
To bathe in rain
and look at self made stars
Kad putevi postanu pre liši
Boje je imat oči pune zemje
What was supposed to stay buried
Curled into a spiral
And into eternal sleep
Part II: The Choreography of Another One Thousand Legs
Longing for smoother paths
Finally to crawl with open eyes
To bathe in light
And look at the vessel of death
I opet je boje imat oči pune zemje
Foul moist winds hit head on
Noxious fumes absorbed
Administered inevitability
And it smells of sulphur, finally
What was supposed to stay buried
Forced into a spiral
And into eternal sleep
