How the waves come
like glimpses of another world and untouched existences
they sparkle for a moment, snows high on her ephemeral mountains
tempest, and then they are lost again
-white illusions.
And how do you, the Nonexistent,
thus you direct them, with merciless commands
for a while to gallop, to gallop
terrible, undefiled robes
and immediately disappear
-what message do they convey?
and all this turmoil that has captivated me
it is like the gaze of an otherworldly drunkenness.
(From the release)
