Opening horizon, sketching an ever-spreading temporality I float upon the flickering surfaces of the atmosphere Twisting scales of light apart through a silky curtain of vacuity That shades with the curves of my crystal wings Darker than nightfall Burst the sun through heaven's vault To wave the confused layers of bifacial realisations To make ether as earthly as the blackening dawn Aren't those curves mine? Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind? Is this moth's path just a fantastical line? Or is my being but a piece of its mind? Dream of mine Piece of mind Nightmare's blind Sightless line Fleet the heartbeats of a forever closed path As the last shreds of my onereic hopes disperse Aren't those curves mine? Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind? Is this moth's path just a fantastical line? Or is my being but a piece of its mind? Dream of mine Piece of mind Truth, vicissitudes of soul and contingency As many tears dropping within circles of causality Am I that name? Or a thousand of dreams? Rising and dying in a intangible parabola