Still the fields are in motion Not as pictures but as time Hunting the white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue aura Of mine and I see The swans leave the pond But still the words circle Around my head like flies The gnashing marble teeth Were disturbing my slumber And there I was in the middle Of a game called chess But my vagabond initiated the process Yet the fields are in motion Not as time but as clouds Falling as silver rain And washing away the heavy blood The gnashing marble teeth Were disturbing my slumber And there I was in the middle Of a game called chess But my vagabond initiated the process