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

 Is back to One.