...it burns away,
at the soul of a living man,
starved reality, deprives the existence,
termed infinity, restricts the insolence,
yet it extends the foregone mind.
A pattern less the speech is nothing to the determination,
and if the world would turn around,
then will the angels speak again?
The sun rises to the risen,
The earth rotates for the damned,
a green dragon slithers through the starless night,
palladin queen shines so brightly in the darkened sky,
pulsars coming from depths of the unknown,
the reaper runs away with a sack full of souls,
all around and below
is the plank of the water down low,
a leaf falls and simply dies,
...close your eyes for a change...