Der Schlafmann Kommt

Flies are the Cameras of God. Invisibly connected to the eternal
Frequence of their collective Data-Memory they are watching from
Every Corner since Millions of Years, dragging all Seen within
Them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their Films into our
Dreams...
A 'Bowl with gleamfresh Milk
And Bread from Worker's Hand' - Taste
Accompanies blurred Views of Movement
Curved in a Point with Wings and Eyes
It buzzes a Wave like in dump Fever-Memories
And wobbles sweet Circles around the Child's Eyes
Dusk in young Senses, to warm Realms they drown
Bewiched by the Voice of the Flyman
And Sleepman comes - Echoworld Caravan
Dreamsandhead synapsed to Diamonds
Back to the Bottom where it all began
The Mirrors of Echoworld
Sheep keep on counting into the warm Whoolfuneral Whirls
Sleep deep down falling into dead Angle's shining Worlds
...and loose all ClingMarks
"Folge mir in den Sonnenschein
Durch Zauberfelder und Stdte aus Eins
Bald wrd' Dein Leben ein glserner Sarg
Hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da
Komm!"
When will I see Mum and Daddy again?
Sie kommen bald nach!
Will Peter join us, and Mary and Dave?
Wann immer er schlft!
High down so heavy we fly Timecream-Skies
Children are playing and sing by our Side
Schala-la-la, Der Schlafmann kommt
Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fr immer...
Das Kind ganz ruhig im Bette liegt
Blau im Gesicht, mit leerem Blick
Und starrt der Mutter Trnen wund:
"Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..."
...and if we dare to follow we never will return...