on the sides: clouds.
Darkness, further behind
stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space
that lingers, and lingers, and lingers…
I remain in the Center.
At the same place where you are;
Where you sprout, where I sprout,
where they became too!
I raise my hand.
As it vibrates in front of my face the shadows of what I could become
meet, and dance with the shadows of what I am today.
One last breath to say goodbye
to my old self.
And I jump.
Everything turns into Nothing.
Yet, there’s Something.
The tachyons move and jump around following the rhythm of my tune:
There, Here, Nowhere.
I am falling…. Everything ascending.