Silence-cry

On the top of Splinter puddles, a tiny tearful-bubble dances with a burst: it weeps itself out in the form of a ball! In my wounded past, this is how the spirit-inspiring shower punishes me! Struggling

I can only be a melee flame swaying in the winds; still resistant to Wolf laws with obstinate faith! An ominous conjecture warns me of the distress signals that surround me – while an unstoppable, rattling stream in my soul cuts out its still deepening pit-beds from wounds!

Rocking the knowable existence-swing! She reveals her lattice chains to me; she is drawn to her by a magnetically tameable brooding!

If I can listen to their knocking Glass Sound play, I can hang on to it! In me, there are still seditious and rebellious voices that rise to the surface, and they tell me theirresias fears! – My inner Infinity may even help me rebuild the many fragments of the present!

We should revisit the speech of eyes on Soul films, so that we can understand each other's one-wavelength thoughts with mere presentness even without sounds!

I wander and wait in disembodied silence! -As a dance of cloud-tears, the rain is pouring down from my honest eyes, the soundless gems of the bowed Soul look like fat-diamonds, what in life-changing moments I also shed for other people! With its inner tremors, the once Eternal Child that I am still today comes back: the secrets of the ages etched into the stumbling trenches of my face are constantly caught up!