Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.