The Relay Museum

Sent:

I must go walk the wood

I must go walk the wood so wild
And wander here and there
In dread and deadly fear,
For where I trusted I am beguiled,
And all for one.

Thus am I banished from my bliss
By craft and false pretense,
Faultless, without offense,
As of return no certainty is,
And all for fear of one.

My bed shall be under the greenwood tree,
A tuft of brakes under my head,
As one from joy were fled.
Thus from my life day by day I flee,
And all for one.

The running streams shall be my drink,
Acorns shall be my food:
Nothing may do me good,
But when of your beauty I do think,
And all for love of one.

Sent:

I must walk beneath the trees

At the trusted place I am influenced by deceit so
I must walk under the very wild trees
and here and there
with dread and deadly fear I wander
Because of one person.

Like this from my bliss
By craft and faultless, offenceless false pretense
I am banished
As for return there is no certainty
Because of the fear for one person.

My bed [will be] under the tree of grass-coloured wood and
the tufts of brakes will be under my head
like one person was leaving from joy
Like this from my life day by day I run/flee
Because of one person.

Fleeing/running streams [will be] my drink and
acorns will be my food
Nothing's good to/for me
but at the time I think of your beauty
All because of the love of/for[ambiguous] one person.

Sent:

i must walk beneath the tree

I am decieved at the place where I trusted, and so...
I must walk here and there,
Beneath the very wild tree
I wander fearfully, with dread of death,
...because of one person.

In this way, I am banshed from my bliss,
By false apprehension,
And without craft, fault, or offense.
I do not know if I shall return.
...all because of the fear of one person.

My bed is the green wood beneath the trees,
My pillow the plume of the fern beneath my head.
Like one person, my bliss fled from me,
Like this I flow through life from day to day.
...because of one person.

The flowing stream is my drink,
The nut of the oak my food.
Nothing is good,
Except the time when I think of you,
...because of the love for one person.

Sent:

I walk under the tree

I am deceived in the place where I would believe, so these happen:
Around the wild trees
I wander afraid with the horror of death.
...by means of one person.

By this path, I am thrown from the Real,
By false anticipation
Without talent, fault, or injury
I do not know if I will return
...one person is anticipating.

Around this bed of grass, at the tree floor
This cushion around the head in feather
Mr One Person, flee from the Real
Mr This, I flow through life during the day of day
...by means of one person

This drink in the stream
This food in the oak's nut
Nothing in the good -
No time I think mister
... loving one person

Sent:

If I were to walk beneath the trees

If I were to walk beneath the trees
(Passive) where deceit was believed, where they believe it
Beneath the wild trees
Adrift with the fears of the horror-of-death
...and I am alone...

Behold, this path by-means-of, (passive) is thrown divinity
Behold, (she) expects it by-means-of lies
without skill/talent, fault, or harm
(the) unknown that returns
...(he) anticipates one person ...

This bed-of-grass beneath trees floor upon
This pillow/cushion beneath head feather upon
Sir one person, flee/escape from this divine place
Sir this, endures(?) life through day-to-day during

This drink we drink from fear
This food we eat from fear
Fear is nothing good
When I think like that
...I become alone.

Sent:

I wonder while walking beneath the trees.

Deception is the same as belief.
The trees are wild.
I fear the horror of death as I wander.
I am alone!

Suddenly, a divinity moves onto the path
He lies and so waits.
He is unskilled. He is faultless. He is unharmed.
Something unknown moves towards him.
He waits.

There is a bed of grass beneath the trees:
A feather on a cushion on it.
O loneliness, life is long
I am alone!

We fear reason because we drink.
Because we eat, we fear reason.
I believe that there is no fearing good.
I think.
Good moves onto me.

Sent:

I wonder that I'm walking under the tree

I don't know if what I believe in is false
The tree is self-willed
I wander because of the fear of death
I'm alone!

Go away, O Divinity!
[Divinity] is false, for [S/He] delays
Is not the source of power, not the reason, not the harm
The unknown approaches him
That doesn't move me.

I walk under the grass bed:
A feather on him on the cushion
O Loneliness, don't be here!
O Loneliness, life is long
I'm alone!

We reason that we drank because of fear
We reason that we ate because of fear
We believe he is not able to fear the good
We think.
That doesn't make us wonder.

Sent:

I wonder that a tree I walk

I don't know whether my belief is a lie.
To be a self-willed tree.
Fear makes them wander to my death.
I am alone.

Go-away Visvijati!
To be a lie, the fault of delay.
To be without skill, without reason, without care.
Move him to the unknown,
I can't move them.

To walk under a bed of grass:
It's like a cushion on a feather.
Don't be here loneliness!
Loneliness lives a long life,
I am alone

You reason in the drinking of your fear.
You reason in the eating of your fear.
I believe, that because of good he can't fear.
You should think!
It's no wonder for us.

Sent:

I wonder that I walk as a tree

I don't know whether [the] belief is a lie
[The belief] to be a tree with a will of its own.
Fear makes them wander to my death.
I am alone.

Go away, o Divinity,
To be a lie. The delay's fault,
Move it to the unknown.
I cannot move them.

To walk under a grass bed
Is just like a cushion atop a feather
Don't be here, loneliness!
Loneliness lives a long life.
I am alone.

Your reason is the drink of your fear.
Your reason is the food of your fear.
I believe that because of the good here
I cannot fear. You should think
It's no wonder for us.

Sent:

I wonder about that I walk as a tree

I don't know whether the belief is a lie
The belief in being a tree with own will
The fear makes them travel to my death
I'm alone

May you go away, God
To be a lie. The mistake of a delay,
may you take to not recognize.
I can move it.

The walking under a bed of grass
is the same as a cushion above one feather
may you don't exist, loneliness
The loneliness lives a long life
I'm alone

Your reason is the drink of a reason of a fear
Your reason is the food of a reason of fear
I believe that because of the good here
I cannot fear. You should think
that it's not a puzzle to us.

Sent:

You want to think that you walk like a tree

I don't know if faith is a lie or if it's not a lie.
Faith, being a tree, has a will of its own.
Fear causes faith to go to my death.
I am alone.

May you leave, God,
For you are a lie. May you take away the mistake of lateness,
For he doesn't know that.
I can move that.

Walking in the lowlands and the grass
Is the same as a cushion in heaven of one feather.
May you not exist, loneliness.
Loneliness lives a slow life.
I am alone.

Your reason is the drink of fear's reason.
Your reason is the food of fear's reason.
You believe that you are not allowed to fear
Because here it is good. I recommend that you think
that this is not a puzzle to us.

Sent:

You want to think that you walk like a tree

I don't know if faith is a lie or if it is without a lie.
That it is a tree, faith has a desire to be of faith.
Fear causes faith to go towards my death.
I am alone.

Go away, Great Spirit!
Because you are a lie. Take away the mistake that it is lateness,
Because you don't know this:
I can move this.

Walking in lowlands and grasslands
The same as a cushion in heaven that has one feather.
Exist without, so that you are lonely!
Loneliness lives a slow life.
I am alone.

Your reason is a drink of fear's reason.
Your reason is food of fear's reason.
You believe that you aren't allowed to fear
Because here it's good. I recommend that you think
That this hasn't been you for us alone.