But I tell the infinite to find me.
Sleeping in the jungles of absurdity.
This nature keeps me still.
As for her, this is easy.
Which it will never speak.
It knows that I am weak.
All in where none of this finiteness.
Anything it will mean.
The white light will sit on me.
I will breathe through you I promise.
Accept me while there still be
The Infinite, The Time.
You’re too kind. I say to you again.
(The Stories beneath the eyes)