Testo Craver

Brighten our vision
Burn holes in the clouds
Hanging like dirt
Rake up the old paths

Ignited by boredom
A thirsty flame
In hermetic landscapes A craving for oxygen

Clung to a candlewick

A light is lit
But won’t shine forever
The wax will collapse
By a greedy flame
Soon it will be dark again

Clung to a candlewick