the sun will grow great in size
and i will burn and burn and burn

the moon will grow very big
and it will swallow me up

a smile that never wears thin

your body is a temple is a well known concept
not taken seriously by the majority, I am no guru
my body is a machine, but I am no robot, is another
stardust is the closest I feel to the reality, and I am no star
more a mixture of earth wind and fire, plus a lot of water

my body is slowly becoming unmotivated to do the simplest things
like breathing or chewing food
i wouldn't be surprised if soon i'll need drops because my eyelids
will be too tired to blink
or if my heart wakes up one morning
and doesn't feel like beating

eyes opened way too wide,
mirrors reflecting shadows, not enough light
your presence, there,
identified

her light will
surround you
in an amniotic trance
time will be nothing
the clouds will be everything
your hands, when you look at them dazed
will be shaking
and a feather light embrace will
send you away