in the light of the oblivion dark,
unstarting unending being of nothingness;
mocking all that is nothingness of being,
undermining and erasing everything life and light.
under that sardonic ironic tragic stage,
asleep was i, dreaming none but you;
how can any light wake me up,
and what life can foil my dreams.
these are the realms of those external darkness
that vanquished all that was, is and will be;
all that light and life that flickered in an
oasis of space and time, probably a mirage.
under such tyrannical tomb of space and time,
i sleep in peace and in your dreams
what men or matter can ever distance me
from you, the you in my dreams.
they men, matter and moments, all that were conquered
only thought they were, indeed a psychedelic mirage.