(from album "Vinyl Spring, Digital Autumn")
You control the hall, the guards and the audience.
You control everything that is going on in the world.
But this is not yet absolute control:
It can't be torn like a ticket.
You can control only a little.
Absolute control is death.
Absolute control is immortality.
A single man in the world is absolute control.
New feet carry the cross of the body.
New thoughts are laughter and disdain.
There is vigilant surveillance of a pig's eye.
The days are ten vultures, loud laughter, and folly.
But what is the wood saying about the winter?
My body is disturbed by the voice of blood.
There are signs of wine in sunsets and leaves...
Everywhere - under my feet and above my head.