All different and the same
cause the bigger that thinks
knows without things.

And all a day,
a night
where to bloom like a sun,
moon.

Sensual beginnings 
start like lavished fears
of steady, steady being.

Made the I be every single
thing touched, felt
by me.

Something of a divine feeling,
saying so much without
talking and no one hearing.

May the thing that seems
be a shield of unimaginable dreams.

In the end is now
and the end will moan
our beginnings.