Standing on a Brink, Looking to a Distance
Seeking but not Finding, blinded by Divine Light
and Finding oneself in
Darkness
Creating but Destroying...
A Diamonds Space stretches above him
And it keeps Mystery of this Silence
A Circle of
his Dreams narrows
and leaves nothing face by face with him...
A Conception of Infinity: what is it?
How many Signs are in
this Number?
Unconscious Horror nibbles a Single Call
of a Primitive Amoebas!
Standing on a Brink Seeing
Emptiness
Seeking, Finding Darkness...
Blinded and founding Sight in Darkness
A Circle of his Dreams dissolves into Atoms!
And
They turned into Tears falling
on the Mystery of Silence!..
Dreams... Solitude... Silence...
Sitting on an a*s... On the
Infinitive a*s of Eternity...
Sinking in a Space of the absence of Thoughts!..
Dreams... Solitude... Silence...
