I lie be headed with
my soul creeping,
It sees the death
still stands living,
It flies with wings
of desire to be,
The unconstrained
feeling,
Of being
unblemished, being virgin, not obscene,
Of being altruistic,
being humble, not brutal,
Of being worthy,
being precious, not chaffy,
Of being alive in
the womb of cessation.
It enjoys the
atmosphere of fleeing,
It enchants the joy
of escaping the writhe's robe,
It is unchained of
the relations and sins,
It abides to the
glorious nudity.
Now is the time to
evade moratlity,
Be balnk to merge
with heart of agility,
Be aloof to embrase
the vaccum,
Immortal now it is
leaving an empty volume.
