You try out to measure the resignation. You spread apart warm flesh on the ice. To feel the abandonment of coolness. The void to wrap you. Without a light shining every day. In fake backdrops. That resemble life.
Over the sound of hers. A music of yours. It doesn't get old. You can perform it repeatedly. Monotonously beautiful. Like the first time.
Plans in words. Journeys. They dazzle the pictures around you. They hide their ugliness. You travel. Each proposal builds a bridge. The mission. A shining Crown. That calms. Every time you copy with your wars.
The Creation is perfect. To be enjoyed. Nothing is made by accident. Free will. Arms the Ego. Blinds. Brings you against Him. Takes distance to many that are dressed by his name. Him. A modern man. Same as the previous ones. Not yet he learned. To take parts.
In a different era. Voluntarily exiled. A receiver. Of buried values. A guardian. Conquering the truth. Learning. Bearing. To live with it.
Smoke signals. Gray. Scarring randomly. Not looking for a sky. A fire. It burns the shame. She. Is sad giving them birth.
Forgotten anniversaries. Supporting dogmatically. Arguments of advocacy. In a yesterday that denies time.