In an expanse where life is abundance of shimmering.
Sounding [bad word] and endless notes.
I design the scenes of my inner creation.
Through a prism of patience and stellar enlightenment.

The moment of achieve grace and absolute.
It's termination of feeling of own thick blood.
 [bad word] from the earthly isolation and trivial.
Insight from the obscurity of my journey.

The sickness is born with life, changing endlessly.
It bound with a human with a passive shadow and mildew.
Leaving only a sketches of life and hope.
Slowly transforming into a blooming death.