Celestial mane

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 ?