Tree as the bridge in the confrontation of the sky and earth
Fell the light for eternity in a sand pellet by expressing
With a hand, the outcome of the day, and I as before try to
Having created you haven't created
Mine is bought a debt in process of the birth
Frames of shoulders of equipments are forgotten
The way facetted by printing of the answer
On desert brigs the old man Camel smoked
It is cloudy as if smoke is a new scene of area
Here only I burn, breath of convention
I will draw precisely on a stone a line of missing basicity
I won't see you
All result of absolute.
I discovered that there is there
The Abyss, the personality and the circle.
