Uninhabitable Was be

 
Looking into the stack well of your conscience,
you can see exactly the dark piles of your thirst!
Stars upstairs shop with silver Irish hopes with you Light!
You should confidently rely on your instincts for a network
of secret intuitions that always whispers the Truth and accepts the Honest!
The body is timidly torn from its self-esteem,
and the melancholy soul bell is forever in its unceasing hammering petals between its cages!
The veil of distances will fall if the gestures of the faces close
- if the words become false s
Promises yourself can easily fall out of yourself!
 
The ruthless Time throws you into the deep to measure you more boldly!
And you still don't know who the One-Someone will be waiting for behind you?!
- Even the fertile silence is crowded with silence;
with its content it mentally invigorates your lurking values,
but it also surrounds you, Moon-barking nights rummage
through their Stars of Hope - we escape on our own when all our paths are stuck!
The redeeming wave of Light reflected in your eyes if you let it;
tears would linger around!
 
The Skull-Closed World is full of itself!
Recognition opens through the stateless atrium of silent nests:
you should already belong somewhere,
but be true to yourself Be sure! In silence,
the earthly second stands weightlessly, and you can't know your Face,
which very few of you may have known so far was uninhabitable
— can you rock it with your memories?!