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...