Thousands of forms colliding into one
As a lens of happening from immeasurable distances
The mind held by these hands, consciousness that breaks in seeing itself
A conditional sentence created into the realities’ mathematics
A fracture through which the universe bleeds empty
A wound of rebirth
A birth canal of the soul
Through which flows
God’s amniotic fluid like laughter
I, a human being, get confused
Over and over
Daily, second by second
Into this fractality
That is a multiplication of consciousness
Ceaseless explosion giving rise to a universe –
In itself the most intoxicating achievement of the god of entropy
Development of this clover-leaf
Fluff of a sparrow, the faintest gust of wind:
Indisputable evidences of the impossible
“Er fasst das Buch und spricht das Zeichen des Geister geheimnisvoll aus
Es zuckt eine rötliche Flamme, der GEIST erscheint in der Flamme”
After every word a word
And thus happens the endless sentence of happening
A spell of summoning for the forces no one can control
Salome 