Everything goes with
the flows, but the echo of...

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

Just for an aeon
I am left, in this moment...

How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

The nature of dream
is wakefulness...

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...

Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...

Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...

Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...