Elements
of its own
Convoluted anxiety
We live in miserable solitary grains of empty splendor that nobody has ever seen
What we all want to desperately feel – the night guardian has irreparable expectancies that retain humankind’s morbid delusional inclinations towards an endless sleep
Shadows move, but nobody has seen anything beyond the infinite desert of stones that is everywhere to be seen
Saturated by an epigram of desolated cruelty
The dark cosmogony of a persistent life
Armies of shadows march towards the dehydrated pyramid of its own destructive essence
Suddenly, a million sun rises – the unexpected return that nobody has ever admitted
In a peculiar instant of cosmos drudgery
Everything is calcined
Cemeteries disappears