Fragile emptiness, Cracking whilst I move My hands penetrating Through this silence. I beheld this loneliness and A dream in illusion... It awakens me In somber, In drifting Absurdness. As a burden This dream moves in me, Tiding me inside, Closing. In its shallowness In its entwined self, Life torn widely open. Flowing within this dream, Slowly sleeping sleeping away, Drifting from used reality.
absurdness, drifting, sleeping, tiding, shallowness