My Long Arm

My Long Arm
Reaching Afar
To the other side
Of the big lake
Grasping the world
Engulfing the soul
Of mischief and lies

My Long Arm
Prefers to stay near by
Few meters away
Grasping gravel and dirt
Whispering to the machines
Inhaling the fog
Exhaling rust
And rotten flesh odor

My Long Arm
Amputated every day
Like the hydra reviving at night
Staring into
The neon light

24.01.2012

Poros, Feres ex Military camp
During piping works


Spiritualized- I think I'm in love