Silence
Thus, I sealed my lips. My hands hung from my body like twigs of a weeping willow. I looked straight across men. They didn't have colour any more, not even a shape. There was no longer a line, a form, a substance. I could see the air inside them. Thus, I sealed my eyes. I smelled the molecules. I followed the line of a converged horizon. In me. The moment resembled the light. My soul overflowed with anger, With chronic fever Everything came back to normal, but the prism was no longer my self. I looked from outside to the inside and my eyeballs touched the ashes.