And yesterday the day passed again

Always in the same unpleasant seconds

The annihilation of what was in moments

Kept in, inside decaying memories

Singular Ones that do only exist within here.

As the sight darkens as the light brightens,

As the light dims to give way to clear the horizon:



One sees as much as he hears from far away,

From coasts and forests, inside walls of air.

The wind blinds as the snow comforts,

Everything within existence is taken as such.

Lived with all since their creation,

To and to; inverted and orderly, the same is.

Horizons refracted onto the mirrors of obsidian seas.



Proof of what is and what will always be

And to cherish what is now and only,

To cherish what never will be,

Is as lifeless as the inert.

There is no more understanding possessed

Into what is, and the only wish is negation.



Complete incoherence given coherence

Through the present time, as it is, as it was.

Where the act of creation has no say

Where words cannot convey

And to experience eventuality

What did it mean to be, presently.