There is nothing new under the sun,
only new suns to see things by.
We will trace our scars by candlelight,
and rejoice in our survival;
we will trace our scars in rainstorms
and bemoan our breaking fates.
I do not recognize myself in some light,
I do not recognize some light in myself,
We will devour every atom of dust,
snatch them from their Brownian paths,
and chase every maniac dream that
leads to those alien suns.
Rhythms and Echoes
