Nor can I stop singing The Philosopher's Propeller 2 to myself as a result.
The rushing wind chips at the red-colored tower
and dances with the dust in your sky, speaking by design unseen,
and from a distance so far away it breaks your heart
you hear the words "Answer me!“
Did you behold the cluster of towers simply basking in time,
and framed against the setting sun
the wind turbines indifferently unearthing the sky
that, together with the encouraging philosopher, go unnoticed even today?
Can you hear it –
the sound of this day
as it is born
ringing the sky?
Did you behold the philosopher who unearths knowledge
so old it breaks your heart,
ancient wisdom that sends away this day hidden in times past –
whose encouraging form goes unnoticed, even now?
Can you hear it –
this sound
as it is born
crossing the sky?
