Time… Oh, time! Tell me, why do you run away from me? I try to grasp your intelligence, but I am left with a bumble. I am stung by your imperative: Wilt thy voice! Fall into me! I am weakened. Fingers stroke the melody of indifference. Why is love only felt by those who have been awakened? The fine mesh between life and death tells us where to go. I am lost, trembling; a sunset weeps a memory in solitude. Thunders entrap the sound of my breath………… It is death. The last blow to my identity is an endless kiss, synergy.