this is how the void wailed when the light entwined:

overdose of absence, though the night alive,
angel-headed rebels in drum and bass, we dive
deep into madness, her rave shouts, contrive.

through chaos, her echo I’ve seen.

in the silence, stars explode unseen,
echoes of a dance, eternal, keen, even
time itself bows before her, in reverence lean.

in her absence, I find the unseen.

worship flows in rhythms, deep and wide,
a pulse within the void, where shadows hide
her nature, a tide we cannot bide.

in her absence, I find the unseen.

dreamers, we, weave through the fabric of darks,
pursuing unheard whispers, elusive as meteor fights
in shadows, we seek her, a quest for lost sighs.
 
in her absence, I find the unseen.
 
madness cloaks every beating inch of me, her fire to confess,
my heart still yearn, donned all shades of the red
in her room, I scream with her, undressed.

through chaos, her echo I've seen.

Görsel: “Marina Abramović – “Rhythm 0” , 1974 https://vimeo.com/71952791“