I (even if I should be in plural) am the
Singular dimension
The repeated phrase of a lost section
Where the circle (the actual box of colors)
Is completed
The mindjourney, the merry go mind
Draw the lined in water — divine the innerwold
Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop
I (…and not the others of I) painted the words
To a context, a mind absurd
To curse the falling star
With the baby blue doll under my arm
Draw the lined in water — divine the innerwold
Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop
We (the division of I) paint with
Eyes the parade of the air
From a transparent perspective:
We are the spheres
Feel the warm magma inside
In veins the stream of honey
colors ascend to the mind
I greet the blue harmony
…only then
I (…and not the singular I) will believe in
The empty shadows, but…