(Dreams die on the whims of others...)
There is only one way into the darkness of infinity--- through drowning in regret with the ribbon of eternity--- a disgrace of joy...
I rush home again, and the light darkness of everyday life, knitted from the sheets of dead water, fills my eyes with the whirlwind of a world of despair over my head, and the last sentence condemns everyone to life before life...
When the ruler of heaven rolls the dice, and the dawn passes, and she never returns she is eternal... He looks at people from heights but doesn't understand... Why?
They are born with a love of faith and contempt for fate, with humility to shame and a blessing for curses, with a hatred of lovemaking and faith in better yesterdays, and mercy for fireflies, those poor saints, those fairies of today, forgotten...
She has flowers in her hands, tips for thieves, the queen of our dreams, our littleness laughs when she falls asleep alone in the evening and dreams of dreaming, and the poisonous seeds fall into resentment, become trees.
Then the water hides knowledge and roots with the giants of the world, exactly as required (by a higher power) and at night the flame goes out like life on a whim...
