I dreamt a dream
It was endless and faraway
The sky-blue color of the dried days, in my hands
Amongst noises at equal intervals, I have trials and errors
A space without time or intervals
I’ll make a life-sized sound
And go construct my face
Beautifully, but only one side.
An apple that has started to rot
Fell into my hands
The mirror reflects our dark sides.
The distant sensation, inside of people, there are trials and errors
A space without time or sensations
I’ll bear my life-sized claws
And go whittle down my face
Beautifully, but only one side.
