Gone Out from Flesh Hole by Junkyard Shaman

Now that I'm already gone,
already gone through the hole,
not through one from which I came,
but from the one through which I go out.
Go out, gone out, out in to the world beyond,
beyond eyes, beyond flesh,
go through the world, abandon flesh,
abandon thought, no more limits,
no borders of bones or flesh,
no thoughts from flesh,
no thoughts of flesh,
no more holes
from which only shit and vomit come out,
no more.
Go out through the hole,
hole in the ground,
fill hole with flesh,
fill it with thought,
with no thought and yes flesh,
abandoned corpse, for worms to decompose,
spare parts, scrap joints,
used skin.
Abandoned this flesh, no use anymore,
abandoned this world, no use anymore,
abandoned thought, no use anymore.
Gone beyond, who?
Can't remember, the one who thinks: gone,
gone through the hole,
not from which it came in,
but through that from which gone out.
Gone out, gone,
beyond all holes,
all thoughts abandoned,
flesh abandoned,
world abandoned,
I abandoned,
gone out,
out through the whole,
not from which it came in, but from which it gone out,
out through the whole,
not from which it came in, but from which it gone out,
out through the whole,
not from which it came in, but from which it gone out,
out through the whole,
not from which it came in, but from which it gone out...

• Experimental
• ambient
• avant garde
• drone
• post-industrial
• sound art
• Taipei