Trembling my voice wide closed
inside the light this space
and the solitude emerging into realm of quiet.
Being son of times my speaks strengthened
by the combination between birth and death.
Here is my attempt to build my sorrow
whispering tons of vacuity
silented the sparks called lonelyness.
Where I belong is the entire universe
as my vocal seems to make tinny
this relative sun that shined over us.
Running in capsule of nothingness
into firehood transform my meaning
and betray my song by catching up
tones, lyrics, music, episodes ashamed
to fulfill the relationship againts domain.

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