And Oceans

I (even if I should be in plural) am theSingular dimensionThe
repeated phrase of a lost sectionWhere the circle
(the actual box of colors)Is completedThe mindjourney,
the merry go mindDraw the lined in water - divine the
innerwoldInside the outside of the merry go mindstopI
(...and not the others of I) painted the wordsTo a
context, a mind absurdTo curse the falling starWith
the baby blue doll under my armDraw the lined in water
- divine the innerwoldInside the outside of the merry
go mindstopWe (the division of I) paint withEyes the
parade of the airFrom a transparent perspective:We
are the spheresFeel the warm magma insideIn veins the
stream of honeycolors ascend to the mindI greet the
blue harmony...only thenI (.
..and not the singular I) will believe inThe empty shadows, but...