water of suns unveil the shyness of moonlight,
one sole moon, the flood of suns beyond the suns,
my melting veil of velvet cells to rule my dormant eye of wisdom,
it’s warm, it’s cold, a kiss of space to touch the time,
a month, a year, a lapse of time,
I am bored, I am not alive,
I should have known the secret of the divine,
it’s never late, everything is a void in time.