Monstrous bell toll. I wake up and find somewhere to go.nThat doesn't mean anything more than what is said, you know.nHeavy environmental clockworks strike one last time.nThis is the theorem. This is the rhyme. Good bye.nnIt's high up in the air. nTremendous love-affair.nI want to be there.nThe last breakthrough.nnLong wires look like arms or traps for anyone to see.nAnd the composer strikes desperately on her knees.nIron is built up in the air. A gothic scenery.nThis is the theorem. This is the rhyme. Good bye.nnIt's high up in the air. nTremendous love-affair.nI want to be there.nThe last breakthrough.nnSomething invisible is sleeping in the sea gulls mouth.nWhat does it mean, what in the world does it amount to?