Silver Surfer
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Do I dwell in a sea of self-pity?
Life and strength still flow in my veins and the power cosmic
still is mine! |
narrator
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On his silver board he soared in the sky, which the sun will soon
fill with light, alone and lonely is he the Silver Surfer. |
Silver Surfer
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I am the center that does not exist, only in the geometry of the
abyss. |
narrator
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He is the arrow of dreams nature. Realizing himself in flight
and neutralizing himself by falling to the ground. |
narrator
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As the Silver Surfer was diving happily in the visible bodie of
very fine water, droplets dispersed in the atmosphere over the
surface of the earth. He caught a sight of other white formations
resembling clouds. But, as he came closer to them, he was confronted
again with living beings who were afraid of his alien appearance. |
narrator
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He was watching the herd grazing past him. They didn´t know about
yesterday or today, frolicking around, eating, resting, digesting,
then florecking around again - from dusk till dawn, from day to
day. |
Silver Surfer
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And yet where can I go? The celestial currents of space are forevermore
denied me and on all earth, there is no heaven, no shelter for
the likes of me. |
Silver Surfer
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Thru how many ages shall they be condemned to dwell, like insects
in a hive never knawing the glories of the universe. |
Silver Surfer
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It is madness. They thirst for leadership as a child thirsts for
mother´s milk. |
narrator
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Their words were light and warm. Their speech pampered the skyrider
with softness and raised him above the ground. Soon, after many
eons, he found himself in a flatological garden. The farts were
at the same time abstract and yet so concrete that they could
carry him gently. |
Silver Surfer
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I ride my board. It matters not how far, it matters not how fast.
I have no destination, I go where the winds of change may carry
me! |
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