[I — Stillness] Before the light, there was the night. Before the sound, there was no ground. I close my eyes. The distance lies within. [II — Expansion] Space opens wide, I drift inside. A silent stream, a waking dream. No near, no far. No earth, no star. Just breath. Just blue. Just something moving through. [III — Continuum] I am the space between each place. I am the tide that has no side. I am the dark before the spark. I am the whole without a soul. [IV — Dissolution] The edges fade. The shape is made of air. The body slows. The silence grows. I disappear into the sphere. [V — Return] One breath. One sound. No sky. No ground. The far is near. The end is here. And here I remain. [Outro — whispered, widely reverberated] Still... moving. Still... becoming. Still... one.
