Bellion

We were asking what and how much but God couldn’t answer?

Is the circle of pleasure circled without breath?
Was it a sin to breathe in the land of no breathing?

What do hearts wish for, to what was time flowing?
How about a lifetime to trade time for pleasure?

I had sufficient times.
in the spring of unnecessary words …
I’m not looking for my disappearance, it’s not a logbook of a sequel
to anyone who can even be felt
open doors
We are invited to the game of solved common feelings

who knows when the anchor that dyes the sea
from the lands it holds
with incoming water
with no presentation, no version of hope
to shining souls …

Now what do I tell you about your forgotten time

nor did you hope me….

2008