From the recording PHRONESIS
Poem
The horizon forgets its line,
folds itself into mist and motion.
Grass hums without colour,
a thousand silences leaning in one direction.
No path, only the memory of paths—
footsteps erased by their own return.
Rivers rehearse the shape of longing,
never the same current twice.
Mountains drift,
slow as thought,
wearing clouds like unfinished sentences.
Light moves through the air
like someone looking for their name.
And in the centre—nothing certain,
only the pulse that keeps the distance real.
Interpretation
“The Unmapped Plain” is a meditation on transience and perception, using landscape imagery as a metaphor for consciousness itself. The poem dissolves the boundaries between solid and fluid—mountains drift, rivers remember, horizons fold—suggesting that the natural world mirrors the instability of thought and memory. The absence of clear paths or colour evokes a state of introspection where certainty gives way to flux, and identity becomes as mutable as weather. Light searching “for its name” becomes a symbol of awareness seeking meaning within an ever-shifting reality. Ultimately, the poem portrays both landscape and mind as open systems—unmapped, self-erasing, and beautifully uncertain.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The horizon bends, forgets its name,
The sky dissolves in silver rain.
Footsteps fade before they fall,
Echoes whisper, nothing at all.
[Pre-Chorus]
No map to show, no truth to claim,
Just wind and time that sound the same.
[Chorus]
On the unmapped plain,
Where the colours disappear,
I walk through mirrors made of air—
No far, no near.
On the unmapped plain,
Where silence learns to speak,
The world forgets its borders
And I forget to seek.
[Verse 2]
Mountains drift like thoughts at rest,
Wearing clouds upon their chest.
Rivers dream of who they were,
Every current a whispered blur.
[Pre-Chorus]
No path remains, no guide, no plan,
Only the pulse of where I am.
[Chorus]
On the unmapped plain,
Where the colours disappear,
I walk through mirrors made of air—
No far, no near.
On the unmapped plain,
Where silence learns to speak,
The world forgets its borders
And I forget to seek.
[Bridge : slow and drifting]
Light moves through me,
Searching for its name.
Mountains breathe,
The sky’s the same.
Every moment, half awake—
Every shape begins to break.
[Final Chorus – ascending, open-ended]
On the unmapped plain,
No lines, no chain,
Just wind and memory
And rain, and rain…
The horizon folds again—
And I remain,
Somewhere on the unmapped plain.