At the perimeters of the spheres
where borders are sketched hollow
in the depths of the humanly soul
by the waters and above the depth

At the centre of the spaced rotations
where the world seems so faster
unweighted and crusing on waves
at the verge of losing the controllable

All the summoned questions are cased
packaged with the drenched corpses
and the variables relatively deceased
counting days awaiting for a merge