11th universe

Our egocentric language / in the distance
Can't speak the truth / a rosary
The fog is dense, a too extensive length

Can't see nothing, but I feel her
There, this one, she
Can perceive her aroma
Bittersweet in the distance

Atraction and combination
Between the insignificant
Made the roots of this
Three-dimensional plane

The soft air caress her cheeks
Those cheeks that will be blazed
Blazed afterwards
By the steel and metal

I call to the particlegroups
Inside this peaceful labyrinth
With an apparent equilibrium
To look to the sphere above

Teared out the cap
Extracted the vision
Ripped out
So ripped out
When it grows up to bursting But connection hasn't a place
And only a few will see beyond
The rest will never know
From where the wind blows

Meaning is not a concept to find
When matter becomes matterless

Can't stand it anymore
It's hour for immersion
Filling the hollows, done
By myself, so it comes

Turn into what's inside
Sound becoming matter
Found in the emptiness
A place as haven like heaven

Don't you try, don't try to dive
In blacklight
My shelter
Forged by the muse
So present, not ripped out
Made matter and present here
When it grows up to bursting

Forever above the cloud
Don't care of the storm
Forever above it all
Despite that moments i found myself

Caught in an endless spider's web
As a game of god without
Borders, wait, at least to me
To see or imagine them Can't stand it anymore
It's hour for immersion
Filling the hollows, done
By myself, so it comes

Fall again and
Wake in sound
There, this
One, she

Have teared out the cap
Extracted the vision
Won't see her anymore
She rests in the deep of the reservoir