Perceptions are fading by exhaustion.
In this moment of swift as half-blink.
And how many a dead has poetries of death-time.
But no one will ever hear them...
And however this life has not beauty.
And however this century and history have not.
And however the existence and cosmos have not.
But I am generating my beauties in nought.
Because I am a homo and we have the brain.
We lived by words we devised for thousands of years.
We translated physical acts by our figurative intellects.
And now we have a limited figurative world.