Afar stretched out maps of elusive dreams,
Like a quilt cast into nothing, it seems.
Beyond infinite time, far far away,
This is the way, there are no Nights nor Days,
Many sheets to bind us, so many kinds,
To seal it, fusion of all energy binds,
In dark matter, life is bound to dark mights,
Stitched matrix of forged dimensional nights.
Transparent invisible symphonies,
Interlocked vibrations weave like space bees.
Lifes hums in everything, all at once, it seems,
Light and dark travelling songs seem like dreams,
Symphonies of Whale songs, humming strong,
Matrix melodies of interwinned cords in space songs,
The Quickening star lights, there is only one,
Herds of elementary lightning gathers in every sun.
Shadows pass has ghost entities do ring,
Firing through synaptic electricity that sings.
Like arcane sand dunes, there are some shifting notes,
The earth perfectly so, splendid, with some fine blue coats.
The one dot earth blended into tales,
Infinite along maps of space that sails.
Does the map end, It seems never and not,
God shall not pass no center, nor ends dot.
In blending sands of infinite centres,
The greater, the more, wishes do enter.
All but grains of sands, in the great space wish,
Even breath is but an echo, in times swish.
Time is forged by atmospheric hammers in stormy climes,
It seems the age of rings, vanishes time.
Disappearing dust floating unaware,...