Lyric
Here where humming birds sing the truth receiving the sweat
of the smelling leaves we have at our inner space-travelling...
here where the wings should be used to fly, even for those
who can't feel the within air that impulses ourselves farther on
Here, where the sun appears to touch its highest level Shouted
the last cloud.I've been touched by these suspended airs for a long
long time...said the last astronaut..And in the middle of nowhere
someone screeched..."Lost to get even more lost"..
Here in the membrane of nowhere...here where all the glimpses
become eternal...here where all the holes become the gates..
.here where all the molecules become the ancient part...
here where all the comets teach how to orbit..
.here where all the spheres become the original touch...
.here where all the solar sun become the internal rain
…here where all the poems become the floating words of the nearest
future of comprehension…here where all the breaths become
the expiring act of freedom….here where all the cloud become
the doors of aiming the unexpected…..here where all the sweats
become the non-saying words of new oblivion-language…
..here where all the dots………………………….change the lines………
Here in the place of no one, where only the subtle ears,
can feel the air-interference-being-cosmical-messenger..
.here where all the light waves splash their message from
the divine ocean of purification.......here where all the lines
become the unseen....here where all the bridges become the
sound-harmonical-sweat....here we breath the untouchable
“fulfiller” bodyless-frequency-cardiopath-airrrrrrrrrrrrrrr