Took the train, lose the road.

Abyss

Religion incorporated to silence

Strange ways,

Vice.


Noise

The monochromical density of the past.

Broken reflections by rays of light

Coming through the slits

Of closed windows.

Moths.


There's information

On pain

And

We connect with the divinity

Just when we believe we can

Lose something of ourselves:

When death

Cease to be

Only

An idea


In our end is our beginning.

To K.