Did the wild devouring nature of chimerical universe
erase my 'kindling' lights?
The candles once guided me from
the stiff tunnels of darkness
to the upright oak tree standing on the apex of a verdant meadow
that is brimming with flowers under
the orange glittering sunlight waving through -
But the candles are now into broken pieces,
like the rotting shipwreck floating between
the two pitch-black reflecting mirrors

Standing alone
Looking at the universe above,
i ask myself,
Where do i go?

Trapped inside a mortal body
i long to escape from this lostness
as the broken compass without a magnetic needle is 'who' i am.
i try to breathe,
but the inverted tree of life
slowly submerges,
and submerges
into the horizontal mist of senseless void -
my eyes are wide-open as they are shut inside
my mouth gasps for life as it slowly suffocates inside
my ears receive sounds as they become noises inside

Standing alone
Looking at the universe above,
i ask myself
Where do i go