Naught Ere the beginning of times Blindfolded by icy breaths on oneiric spaces Like shadows we experienced to create Choking on stardust - to be born or to be Lifeless matter stood away from time Roots thrust deep into the aerial grounds As macrocosm of an infinitesimal supernova We're elements of gravity on a fractal universe Abyss' eyes upon a moonlight-born meniscus Simultaneously inside and outside we lived Linked in anonymity - bottomless and topless Flowers of chaos in a contingent enlightenment Reality laid still, a fear to be drawn On the immaculate canvas of genesis As furrows aflame in the wake of the temporal wheel Fractal elements we used to creep under the weight of gravity Longing for the threnody of celestial choirs In a verticality momentum we rise to gaze upon... In a mist layer shrouded world we dream like puny ghosts Anthropomorphic - we established a sense of gravity Time as an artifact of the curved line of matter A before and an after whereby life shall be our archetype