in_stanţe_burgheze

is counting stars a feature of the universal stream steam or just a condition of the human creation is naming stars the shade of our soul on the wall of alldimensional mind.. might derivative of soul be heart or be mind, product of both, one squared or the other.. might be time the limit.. undefined or common garbage.. wich is it/witch? the slope or the area below.. the change in/with those all shapes, all shadows, all sketches.. no dimension i hope i am i hope i have i hope to find you and see you and kiss you and.. again.. and again..

a shade in her eyes will always be my shadow light.. i prayed for the hardest path.. it was just a way, a simpe way/one/ticket to walk/know the path.. you have the key to my heart and you hack my soul and steal my mind i kept my space/house empty for some time now and you filled my heart with pure joy you are not in the three dimensions with your forth side.. is just the hat that keep us in the sublime and indefinite state of to be and not in the same part as a whole..  parts.. we are.. so i do, i do know you..  by the next time i`ll be a postman of quarters of the kiss to keep more and give more at the same time, way apart in space, entangled idea and dream of the morning thought.. star..

outside it is snowing.. inside i miss you under a kind of soul flakes, frosted eyelids how am i suppose to get in love.. i don't know anything about love.. how am i suppose to fall for.. i have a mechanical heart for soul.. seconds are my soul flakes, frosted eyelids of a distant flute.. silenced by memories hazed.. sometimes.. brightened.. every now and then.. do you have a name in the winter outside.. my love i`m just lost.. in the molted spacetime from quasars to quarks.. call me ishmael is there an algorithm for solving a cube in 4d? am i a dreamer trying to speed solve a tesseract?

Time does not flow, any more than space flows. It is we who are flowing, wanderers in a four-dimensional universe.  Time is just the same measurement of space as is length, breadth and height. so are we the long forbidden truth.. conscience between the infinitely big named space and infinitely small named time?