Der Schlafmann Kommt

<br>Flies are the Cameras of God. Invisibly connected to the eternal<br>Frequence of their collective Data-Memory they are watching from<br>every Corner since Millions of Years, dragging all Seen within<br>them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their Films into our<br>Dreams...<br><br>A `Bowl with gleamfresh Milk<br>and Bread from Worker`s Hand` - Taste<br>accompanies blurred Views of Movement,<br>curved in a Point with Wings and Eyes.<br><br>It buzzes a Wave like in dump Fever-Memories<br>and wobbles sweet Circles around the Child`s Eyes.<br>Dusk in young Senses, to warm Realms they drown,<br>bewiched by the Voice of the Flyman<br><br>and Sleepman comes - Echoworld Caravan<br>Dreamsandhead synapsed to Diamonds,<br>back to the Bottom where it all began,<br>the Mirrors of Echoworld.<br><br>Sheep keep on counting into the warm Whoolfuneral Whirls<br>Sleep deep down falling into dead Angle`s shining Worlds<br>...and loose all ClingMarks.<br><br>&quot;Folge mir in den Sonnenschein<br>durch Zauberfelder und St¤dte aus Eins.<br>Bald wìrd` Dein Leben ein gl¤serner Sarg,<br>hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da,<br>Komm!&quot;<br><br>When will I see Mum and Daddy again?<br>Sie kommen bald nach!<br>Will Peter join us, and Mary and Dave?<br>Wann immer er schl¤ft!<br>High down so heavy we fly Timecream-Skies.<br>Children are playing and sing by our Side,<br>Schala-la-la, Der Schlafmann kommt.<br><br>Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fìr immer...<br><br>Das Kind ganz ruhig im Bette liegt,<br>blau im Gesicht, mit leerem Blick,<br>und starrt der Mutter Tr¤nen wund:<br>&quot;Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt...&quot;<br><br>...and if we dare to follow we never will return...