19:53 North West - Pati Yang

This time it was summer

And the planet

Grew upwards

The steam

The horizon

Before the snow

Before the endless winter

Within the heat wave

Against the walls

Against the ashes of those

Who didn’t find the shadow in time

I guess we got stuck in neither gas

Nor rain or medicine

But something hot

Clean and chemical

Raise your hands towards sun I will be there

Overlooking your arm, birds-eye intense

Clean and cloudless and laser — blue blinding

Way to close to the ground

To find me

To find me

I will be there

I feared

But I wasn’t alone

Amongs those with me

There was the same little one

The Oracle from my dream before

The sun swirled as we jiggled between the hideways

Each one of them worse

Each time the slow ones behind screamed

The ones ahead prayed but she wouldn’t listen

A small, big eyes, grown up

A natural born magician

A natural born magician

Raise your hands towards sun I will be there

Overlooking your arm, birds-eye intense

Clean and cloudless and laser — blue blinding

Way to close to the ground

To find me

To find me

I will be there

I sensed, I would be safe

Only if I keep up and hold my breath

Until the rain attacks and fades again

Within time

I would have faded with it

To wake up, to be here

Within time

I would have faded with it

To be with you

To wake up

A natural born magician