Zwischentöne: Blank [English translation]

For days in the morning hours

Instead of sleeping I’ve lain awake in my small chamber.

Maybe sleeping, but conscious

as if hours of rest weren’t already rare

Instead of the desired peace finding me,

A dream figure comes seeking a way into the room

It is the lady that I see at night

walking through the corridors and halls alone

Astoria, the nearly transparent

Her hair and fingers wave through the keyhole

Almost as if she is luring me with them,

Showing me the way, but where to?

My body, is it staying on the cot?

Is there a thread gently binding me to it?

Like an umbilical cord – who is the mother?

So stretchy and elastic, it follows me

In the pale, sultry light like a conduit

it binds my Ego with my Self

Pumping steadily a little less consciousness

Into the twin satellite brain

Surrounded by transcendental cobwebs

The hair takes a smiling shape

It tickles, without touching me

It pulls without tension on my skin

One can no longer distinguish us ghosts

And yet she doesn’t exist as an entity

She consists of free swirling particles

Combining into a unit like a swarm

Perfecting itself in a whirling fast dance

Around a core of nothing, around a void

I can’t resist, every night the same!

I follow through the sleeping hotel

It’s not really sleeping, there is still humming behind doors,

although, it feels empty of people

In every night since the beginning of the dreams

If it even is a “dream”

I follow the women a little bit farther

I stroll around the corners and through doors

I go back and forth, up and down,

Yet I feel: all in all, I’m descending

• Artist:ASP
• Album:Verfallen - Folge 1: Astoria (2015)