The eyes of heaven stop to touch your feet You over more have become an ocean you roll

into the rivers as a stream my unconscious displays in your breathing my soul wasted itself in the rubble becoming for an instant an old dream at the lake of a transmigration bodies began moving themselves around Yet it was murky and sunk in the moor, It was a beginning no doubt it was. So Awkward but necessary somehow In my forever I found another The spring in the water as it murmurs Seeps deep inside the well of another.