In precious time I´m balancing along a virtual borderline on neither single side of the world I may find my home for all I want to be I need the key to all doors I love to feel the twirling turbulences along the surface plain entrenched in spirals of doom - between the phases of the night a twinkling light hidden behind the mirror Every twist of history still reveals its traces every change of path leaves its mark on our course every form of matter, energy, and mind condensing from interfering vibration bearing an encoded vision of the whole Hand over hand I'm climbing through the abyss of decision calls carrying on an endless research for those aesthetic crystal germs emerging from spontaneous intuition Every twist of history still reveals its traces every change of path leaves its mark on our course every form of matter, energy, and mind condensing from interfering vibration bearing an encoded vision of the whole