Writing can be define as being eternal, for words and sentences stay with us; and whether we are conscious or not of the effect of reading on our mind, we carry poems, stories, and sayings deep inside of our being.
Aeternus Come run with me under a sepian sky There where things belong to eternity Thriving to make sense of existence In a world of alienation So as to exist into plurality Plunge with me inside noetic waves That take place in a clear space Swim with me within fractals of light That subliminally crash into one another So as to thrill your spark And at the dawn of our species Let us rise together higher Than that what defines us here "The clock stopped on horrific issues Bounded like soporific smokes Through argented twinkled stars" I made my way through clusters of mind Searching for the intelligence that leads me I looked into them, they looked into me And there I've seen my own mind Inside fractals of light.
