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kun minä olen vanha
rakennan merenrannan kallioista kohoavan
unenomaisen kaupungin
jossa ei asu ketään

sinne tulee riippuvat puutarhat
ja loputtomat portaat
rakennukset tulee ylösalaisin
tähdet loistaa lattioista sisään

siellä sitten istun ja
kirjoitan runoja, kalastan, soitan, laulan
yöt päivät aamut illat kunnes
myyjättömän, kojuttoman torin aurinkokellon
käytyä ympäri kaksituhatta ja puoli kertaa
astun korkeimpaan, hiljaisimpaan saliin

siellä on vain veden ympäröimä käytävä
ja kivinen seinä josta
kohoaa jättimäisiä, sinistä hohtavia kasvoja
niitä on lattiasta kattoon, oikealta vasemmalle
ja niihin on kirjoitettu tarina

kuuntelen päivieni loppuun
muutun kasvoksi seinään

Who would bring the time of thought here to stay,
I think and wail.
What keeps the spirituality away?

"The life you see isn't so much",
has anyone ever been thinking?
There is much more,
there is something where in my mind is sinking

It's hardly the surface what your eyes
have in front of your brain and mind ever brought.
Kadath - it's divine and shining beauty behind the curtains rise,
Kadath is worth of giving a thought.

Does anyone want to jump in,
does anyone want to

enter the room of absurd riddles,
merriness-filled melodies or unspeakable dimesions?
melancholic docilities, their cuddles?

No, different and fractional are everyone's intentions,
but now they'll change, listen to my babbles
about the clandestine kingdoms.

Would you like to follow me,
would you like to see
where tonight, when I sleep,
my mind will be?
Young fellow, I have the key.
Yes my dear, the gate of dreams is open for me.

So forswear your hurries,
let your earthly life go,
because after introduced to The Book
there is only one aim you'll know.

(The Unknown Kadath,
it's such a long way there - seemingly unending,
but still I can't get rid of you)

It'll come to you little by little,
it'll slowly fill your dreams.
You'll hear it's distant whistle,
and you'll become impatient to get before it's beams.

Geez! - the Unknown Kadath,
my heart will always long for you,
I wish that my reveries shall come true,
someday.



In the memory of Howard Phillips Lovecraft,

Ja Aura Shining Green<3