In a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream
someone opens his eyes.
A room in a room in a room in a room in a room.
You carry the shell-layers abound.
Like a mirror-image reflected in the mirror,
everything that you have seen before is lost,
periodically decimated, in the end.
A nothing becomes smaller and yet cannot go.
Nothing is truly lost,
It nests there for protection.
A little seed,
a mote of old stone,
a thorn!
Dare to peer into a dream!
Abyss.
Bear it, for it must be!
Abyss.
Don't defend yourself! You will build it!
Abyss.
It is not cleared by itself.
Abyss.
Ghost from a long-dead spirit.
Memories like a swarm of krill.
An unborn child is born, orphaned.
A will, which happens, whether or not he wants it.
A gentle murmur will never be a prayer,
The sequence of syllables must be correct.
A yearning remains, so unconcrete.
What a gift, that still takes more.
Treasure of silver pearls,
perhaps also an ulcer?
Like a helmsman on board?
A stowaway,
never gone?
Dare to peer into a dream!
Abyss.
Bear it, for it must be!
Abyss.
Don't defend yourself! You will build it!
Abyss.
It is not cleared by itself.
Abyss.
Beat him out of the rocky cliff!
Questions flee before you in the storm.
Abyss.
He steals words from your lips.
Built there,
standing soon,
standing soon,
the ...