We could envision a world
Where our subconsciousness need to connect
Dust dissolves intimate layers
Sounds ripple and cruise slowly in the mind of the listener
In order to extract the hidden musical information
Of the two dimensional stage.
Longing for an expression
In the shape of immaterial molecular bond
The duration, flowing through body, increases
The landscape and materials of the transparent objects
Become difficult to predict, forms we cannot sense
In the man-made liquid solid container
With deep blue ink inside
There exist short lived occasional dots and lines, alive
With the help of the lense, visible
Cynical reactions not understandable for the middle-aged eye
I found that essence rare from a natural curiosity
And if i looped them in my head and create an endless repetition
Every irritation of it uses a different aspect of the reflection
The thought itself is not re-re-peating
A perfectly exactly same words
The process is coming out in a honest economy of non-duplication
Of ephemerality
The metabolic nature of the process is eating itself and performs on the public
The intimate relation to the quality of the curious minds