the sparkling universe,
the starry night within my head,
the color, the angle, the line,
the warpage
all the glory
is,
in every moment passing by,
dying
like a mystical monster
born and breathing its last breath
every moment is a death
to prove which
in irises
there is blood,
the silvery velvet
of branches,
curving around
seizes
all fears
bring me to
eras of memories
i never would go to
alone
strangled
hammered
into pieces
falling through my fingers
the drama of being
unable to hold on
to self,
to darkness,
to
the dying
universe.
