Our souls flow in tarantism
Beyond existance of teratism
Wondorous melodies behind
Fully keen remorse of mind
We fall between the breaths
Coursing our veins our depths
In and out of time and place
Slipping from cracks of our race
Like oozing molasses dropping
Slowly dripping never stopping
Ravished hearts like ancient stars
We freeze our quantum reality
Flow back to our immortality
******* the mud and dust
Our souls mingle in magic lust

∴ Lyna Salman