• november 22 •

at this time all knowledge of the world is restored in abstract language a secret message for the finder I will open the book of reincarnations on page 14609 tonight eyes of the world ~ my body amazing to be intention how to arrange a meeting when under a close look attention is born "it" leaves. hiding its silent gaze how could one deceive oneself like that hide the world in oneself worlds of worlds. fog turned into a trap of illusions it was as if he was there with me he came how did I deceive like that could I have taken him with me

I am under the shadow of my own falling shadow she threw me so quickly to my natural logical I am unknown to her because she is unconscious my mother universe answer what is happening to me why do insignificant events come to mind meaning nothing even to me

childhood

nature

I will never go back there says my subconscious and about what knowledge breaks through the feigned not mine self

only my shadow darkens but if there is light it illuminates the darkness this oblivion of mine is the most beautiful

sad sounding

gloomy

all the artists of the world passed this theme through their veins

but I am freed by it by my mother's milk

raised by loneliness emptiness and the cold of light

my mother fed me sadness since childhood I am not preoccupied with the thirst for persecution syndrome of the abandoned forgotten abandoned betrayed even in the womb but I was born and the first year of my life was fragmentary and sweet

captive

and I was born and I sit now in that cloud, which is saturated with a magical mixture of expectations and ailments

intentions and despair

lies they dismissal smile indulgence betrayal pretends dirty trick hatred of the near the distant fictional funeral service desperate not my own I feel that I could not describe them in all the words the magic of mania opinions cruelty dullness old age passion sin

everything changes in me from the attempt to be what is familiar to me verse so much to pursue reincarnating thousands of signs per second symbols of faith and being absence of symbols as a sign of my inspiration do not stop do not subside presence clear vision new day tomorrow new life