We passed upon the stair. We spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there – He said I was his friend. Which came as a surprise – I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone. A long long time ago. Oh no, not me – We never lost control. You're face to face with the man who sold the world.

I laughed and shook his hand. And made my way back home. I searched for form and land. For years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazeless stare. We walked a million hills. I must have died alone. A long, long time ago.

Who knows? Not me. I never lost control. You're face to face. With the man who sold the world
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority
Peter Vahlefeld | Institutional Authority