When the astral body ascends
up this thoughout ages built temple,
and meanders through
the twin-star Constelation then accross
the Plethora of wawes which in the morning
brings the codes yet to be deciphered
I wake up sober as if thinking
all but you will die becauese
You ought to mend the World
you don’t belong-
far from!
…far from even the faint that
doesn’t leave track so you
may read the mistake as numberless
and letter-less code
only a manifestation as a chopped up
slide of neverending memory
that commenced from the Big Bang
until another absorbtion of this very
astral body by a beam of other-worldly Light
which teleports you to
the Spacelessness.
