The infinite where I got lost
let me voiceless waiting for nothing
contemplating the space of a matter
without answer
It created a void and a call
from the dark side of myself
where black holes and dead stars await
There, I found lonely sounds gravitating
without meaning at the end of time
In that frozen plot of emptiness
drifting without direction I
covered by emotionless vagueness
After uncountable portions of time
from the last dream of consciousness
a verse from nowhere is born and delivered
then a forgotten universe starts again
a brand new start of it
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