The passion according to me like an exiled king I was in the realm of the angels with ethereal visions I was stolen by the abundances devastation like a roadside picnic and yes I panicked we were stranded in the strange seas of solaris the light ages were fables before there was too much silence ships sinking like beacons of our endings it was a disaster and I needed its momentum for the time being shining sabbath of dawn I fell for your duplicity the abundances finished me my mind was a machine like a cybernetic creation

and I witnessed—