Slow motion kaleidoscope of debris shaping our landscape
The sculptors stronger than the stone
Haste pressure, lines carved in sacrifice, crushed in form
That surge reveals its face
Numb from the frozen valley
Made dull within the pace
Ice fades in force, shining against the divide, a soft sediment
Benevolent retreat
Scouring out a creeping hanging valley, coming to surface in quarry
Lost our balance, one thought we had
Never to escape our fate
Will, further than we knew, in time
BREAK 1
Slowly moves the face, moving forward as it always seems, as it always wills
Speeding up the pace, as the time grows still
Slow, away betrays the means, it flows underneath and in it forms
Time is nothing, and continues
Driven by natural inclination
A movement we now see, in time
As long as the moraines not caring, obey the giant, as the days go by
It can mean nothing
Knowing the outcome and forgetting the present, missing the moment
Release in the strategy
Change shows itself when we’re ready to see
And when we’re ready to obey
Wind runs from sun, a pool of moonlight stand still in time
Slow movement brings big change
Strangeness rises to shame, Something new torn apart in slow motion
Until the time to rearrange
We underneath sheer ice and seems
Movement torn apart from time
BREAK 2
The best momentuum happens slowly, controlled and meaningful steps
Perfection and mastery
Perception is personal, Objection is subject to subjection
The time is always now
Close, closer to the moment of now
Down dropping into tune
Forever until the new dawn, shines forth in the new day to come
And we can’t wait for the change to come
Knowing exactly the destination, holding true to our ideas
And never giving up
All in the timing, it seems
Until the till takes its toll
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