Simulated world

I wake up… Wake up from the crazy dream, dark, dense dream, without a here, without a now.
Create the wind that dissipates the mist that silences your mouth.
Your verb creates… the finite becomes infinite in a rhythmic embrace of loving vibration
The murmur approaches waiting for the encounter, embrace your shadow and listen to its echo, the timeless clock is hidden inside
The crazy path gets lost in the mist.

Beacon created by you in the future of times, present beacon, light of lights, note its brightness, become moth, fly