The hazy moon and the frozen sky

were covered by a lethal dose of voices.

 

Fragments of the past

rained down in countless numbers,

slipping past fingers that tried to block them,

and everything else,

permeating deep into consciousness.

 

Drawing spirals,

loudly, gouging,

again and again,

appearing and disappearing,

appearing.

 

That incessant,

long-lasting presence

was about to end

everything that was equivalent

to a single world.

 

 

Left behind

in a chaotic

distortion of order.

 

 

Outside, yet inside, of consciousness,

a single transparent leaf

gently touched and resonated

with a droplet that trickled

from the abyss where eternity had crumbled.

 

With frozen hands,

I gathered that faintly breathing essence

into a vessel.

 

Within it,a clear sensation

and a sky bathed in warmth

flickered and floated.

 

 

 

The massless voice

could only wander noisily

in the gap between imagination and the world,

unable to transcend anything.

 

The leaf floating in the vessel,

swaying gently,

continues to resonate,

transcending everything.

 

 

The inverted sky flows on.

 

 

AIR.→