Thought emprisoned in a silent vibration
voyaging in icy splendor .
You\'ve lost the memory of the swarm
where you were born
and you don\'t know
in which galaxy you will die...
Following your path ,
greeting only the void
in its multiple voices ...
You pass through murky gas clouds
and fiery spirits .
Mischievous creatures who dance
in the stellar inconscious ...
Open dream to the wonder
whose womb gives birth
to extinction who will shape
a new living matter story.
Divine seed ,the ignition ...
You restless wanderer ,
are you only this funeral chant
of the mourners who carry
a body made of pustules
and sulfurous clouds
to the stake ?
I gaze at you ,object of dementia
whose curves into a planetary sphere
distorting the plowed flesh ...
Dirty snow scattered
by a solar protuberance ...
Burning incandescence
seeking the obscure orgasm
in my inspired space-time ...
Celestial mane ,
I\'m just expecting for the final blaze.
Tell me when you will return ?