Sanded pearls falling through the narrow neck of time Thousands of paths are furtively opening before my steps Splinter of a temporal incision healing in a heartbeat And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas The luxuriant canopy of stillborn destinies Twisted constellations with esoteric roots Whence shall I write an indecipherable will with an unconscious hand If my guiding star is one mid the milky way My life wavers between the befallen and the unbefallen And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths