Fermented Hours - Wobbler

Far away

In the northernmost region

In a dark land of ice and snow

The old man dwelled in his tower

Seeking to uncover the essence

Of an enigma

Through the mysteries

Of the Gnocchi

Gnocchi Gnosis

«Se pareba boves

Alba pratalia araba

Alba versorio teneba

Negro semen seminaba»

One shroom in hand

So delicate

But yet with a pungent smell

The smallest fish

Dead long ago

And soaked in the sweetest of wine

Then three onions and fresh water from the sea

Add lead and bring to a boil

Some cloves of garlic and the roots of ancient trees

Leave overnight to soak

Oh, barley

The food of gods and men alike

Grind it to dust

And mix it with

Beaten eggs and the salt from a toad

Two pounds of golden apples dug out from the earth

Slow cook until tender throughout

Peel gently and decompose them one at a time

It should be moist with no lumps

«O, mia amatra…

Vita, dolce vita;

Cuor del mio morto cuor…

Che tu abbandoni…»

«De cui fia tosto

Credo

La finita;

In qual parte voui andare?

¿Qual regioni cerchi tu, piu graziose che la mia?»

Oh, Barley

The food of gods and men alike

Beyond compare

The saltness of the earth

The eggs in the nest

The birds of the spheres

Fermented hours

Like these

Fermented hours

Like these

Closer

In the deepest of regions

The light came from within the core

An Entity expanded to pieces

An Entity expanded to pieces

Seeking to uncover the secrets of

The Trifold Great and the mysteries of the Gnocchi

Sunesis

Oh sweet life of my bitter life

My heart of my dead heart

What regions do you seek

Seeking to uncover the essence

More gracious than my own

Where do you want to go

Ignis

Aqua

Aeris

Terra

Aether

Rebis

Monad

Henosis