What I am
remains an incomprehensible,
obscure inconcievable thing
that humans can't define.
Throught the fabric of space and time I proceed,
within million of Andromedic galaxies.
There's nothing that I wasn't at all,
nothing but a single heart.
Over there, above the depths,
I am a part of the mass, of the feet. I am a spectacle.
I am all of this and nothing,
nothing that I've not been.
I was the copper-cut sword,
the old warrior battling inside the forest.
I am all of this and nothing,
until the end of time.
I am the book
at its starting point,
the very first word of this book,
the spark into the blank space,
the emerald on Lucifer's forehead.
They throw themselves against them.
There's nothing that I wasn't at all,
nothing but a single heart.
Over there, above the depths,
I am a part of the mass, of the feet. I am a spectacle.
I am all of this and nothing,
nothing that I've not been.
I understand these shining stars in the sky,
but I can't figure out any of your miserable caresses.
I am all of this and nothing,
until the end of time.
I tamed all the waves,
I crashed so many boats.
I am all of this and nothing,
although I wasn't.
Over there, above the depths,
it's love that is missing and its sweetness.
I search in vain, I fruitlessly seek
for a winner.