The Harvesting of Ruins
Adam Kalmbach
We infer
Rather than perceive
The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins
A regress
That always ends in darkness
Finite provinces of meaning
The moment already far away
Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward
Time
Is an abyss
We infer
Rather than perceive
The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins
A regress
That always ends in darkness
Finite provinces of meaning
The moment already far away
Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward
Time is an abyss
We infer
Rather than perceive
The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins
A regress
That always ends in darkness
Finite provinces of meaning
The moment already far away
Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward
Time
Is an abyss
Time
Is an abyss
Time
Is an abyss