rippling gods have sat down on their
shapeless thrones in the numbness
voids in eternal time of endless sp*ce
deserted prayer wanders away (from)
hopeless mind like my spirit cries
in agonies and stamina
crawling cosmos silence from
the trones above the clamed cloudes of deep blue sky
i can’t hear myself!
am i really here or do the cosmos mirrors
reflect my forms of cosmos silence.
the cosmos mirror reflect my forms
of cosmos silence…