Infinity

Sweet touch of nothingness the rising love is tingling Seen the lines, jaggedness. The love is kicking in, The oneness is bizarre and am in love, in the scent when I am not here Mindful in a passionate state. - The air is thick with water, the breath is my taste The sea of I believe, - The Golden flow, Plasma flow, Full of gold Divine-divine, never detached from it’s roots Only frail to the disease on this earth Only when am in self-consciousness I remember the catastrophes The blasphemy of the blind. - Alway known, always in the shift, Side stepped away, Rolling deep alone, shifting Stripes and Stars, away in the dark. - Sweet touch of blank-states Tingling the ache for Sweeping holes to rise again. Swim deep in that loving kick of Infinity again.