Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth
measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.
Foolish flesh now burns
in thudding bangs of dry butter.
I want you to touch the opaque eyes of eternity.
In captivity of sighs and groans.
You ought to understand who was original.
There had been free invitation
to become unfaithful.
There were masks,
gene shifts and longevity.
This evening a drama
will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole.
There will be thrill.
It was easy to bury the skulls
among floating names.
The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness
Which never was.
