Fortunes fell on all but the dreamers
Frightened masked men moved like cats
Eyes of tungsten penetrated the steel sheet of darkness
Sights of colors splashed on a melting wall
There were sounds of voices
But not of familiar languages
The colors were the music
Swirling without rhythym
Cries were heard
Maybe from afar, maybe mine
The sky was missing
Crystal clear water laid like polished ice
Just a glimpse of it
Then it was gone
Motion was time
Movement of position was the position in time
The point was clear
That there was no point
The experience was the message
Giants fell silently