Cmx
Miscellaneous
Prognosticator
I calculated the wind routes I took a look at the rains
I guessed the air pressures I measured the temperatures
I learned the sunrise times from the newspaper
I started to exercise drawings on stone
the trees still don't fall and the lawns in the yard aren't enough
I study quiet books late in the evening
what was made big not that ¤heet others
what was secretly collected in the accounts it didn't become clear
and when the wind rises inconsolably and turns to the south
CHORUS:
I wait and I'm leaking even though nothing belongs
I know what's coming
I keep the tables covered, the doors open to my guests
who will never come
( which will never come...)
I spread the maps on the walls of the study I check the directions of the compass
I remember the star patterns I look for the right stones
I spend the night surrounded by them I write down my dreams
I fight against my delusions
I practice walking quietly and hiding in the terrain
until everything is clear until I understand the pattern
what was done the big ones didn't see it others
what was secretly collected in the accounts, it did not become clear
and when the wind rises inconsolably and turns to the south
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