Yorick
We couldn't find the caterpillar Who taught the girl self-measuring, But one day, life turned into an oracle And reality revealed itself infinite. The moon rocked, The air turned into grace, The voices, Always soundless, Always wordless, The voices as the noise, Composed the constant interference, Of life jamming with life... We took notice Of passions and distractions, While reality always happened. The road to nowhere Passes through somewhere. Of all the fences And all the wheels, We made beads And wore them devotionally, As stimulating feelings Ran in our veins. It never ended, Even though we prayed, It was a scar to start with, A clean cut, Such individuation, So much fun. Oh, frames of decadence, Four wings, All headless knights! The more we dissolve, More absolute the absolute... Our right to crave it Occurs only naturally, It's not belonging to us, All making over Is the game. Then, we forget about contours, We become fragrances Of fractals, Where Nothing...