An infinite stillness passes over me.
A current, momentum, propulsion, frenetic.
Dispensing of written histories and ancient mythologies.
An infinite drumming haunts my ears.
A current, momentum, propulsion, frenetic.
Dispensing of rational thought and abstract dreams.
The infinite fall of societies is built upon my chest.
A current, momentum, propulsion, frenetic.
Dispensing of the life source and all things magic.
Reconciling the pauses in-between.