The clouds so renew so antique
The cosmos never was so chic
If you think that Time does not even exist
How to measure it
One Mississipi
Two Mississipi
Three Mississipi
Before fire is born
What was there then
Nighted and concentrated
Part of me
Were you there in dark also
Could you feel the cold wind
before it was even warm
As a breath whispered
Conscience and energy
It is not fair
They go through material
But my body does not
My body this obsolete
Instrument of perception and locomotion
Wich contains my soul
Where I came when I wake up and where I entartain my guest
How beautiful it is
The creation of the SUN
Before gold and diamonds
Intertwine
