The third eye in the middle of the forehead,
through its non-physical essence,
is capable of pushing the mind of the man
into the deepest oceans, time and time again...
those unexperienced may get lost in the void,
but the proficient minds step on the field of eternal thrills.
Or look in the eyes of pain.

Falling in the deep, air-bubbles surround you,
and then your body accepts
what is like the water and the wind, at the same time:
you are floating in it, as it is descending,
but upwards, the material is 'unswimmable'.

I was soothed by silent in the dark,
while a flock of tetrahedra were floating
in front of me, without their leader. The ronins.
Tetrahedron, a consistent construction...
flexible at the same time:
the bodies can fit into each other, so they combine.

Their form was constantly evolving,
finally it became a slender-shaped body.
Stretching like the horizon at eventide.
Vigorously vibrating, it switched from white
to the colour of Aether and then I realized
that this shape, this massive thread...
is the horizon of future itself, the beginning
of the life,
the Atom that is eternal and is collapsing
into itself (a trap!).

I touched it. Its resonance awoke me at once.
The same nightmare torments me every night, ever since then.
Hunger and strength have left me, all hope is gone.
My infected third eye devoureth me;
... hence, I cannot do else, but to let it be.

I touched the string and it screamed.
The future depicted a bleak, hideous image.
Of me.
My hands dissolved, my blood leaked away as crude oil,
the whole of my body stiffened
and helplessly, I fell out of the physical expanse.

The picture of an exciting, vibrating darkness
is gliding by me in every moment;
every bit of me is screaming against this,
it makes the air painful,
all my cells are in pain, everything I hear,
and the void pains me; it is stressing me, just like a bind.

The words - of the future - pain me, as I know they are true.
It is painful to know that everything is inconsequential.