Maternity Hospital
Great souls are born in the maternity hospital of utopia
in the depths of possibility
tyrannized, they exist beyond life
in the clumsiness of passing time
there isn’t only one death
they choose the one
during which they’ll die.
Do we exist?
Do we pass time or
time leaves us behind.
We don’t all follow our destiny
eons are a springboard into the abyss
and they die in eternity
I have no time to learn
the alpha-beta of existence
gate into the arcanum each passing moment
retribution of fate
in the void
Do I exist?
At the edge of the road
time is but a reflection
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 