within my dream
I was a child
I was holding something
something from a fragile whole
but it only lasts for a second
it bursted into nothing
nothing at all
I burst into tears
then it appeared again
from nowhere
or somewhere
out of the blue
come over
come over here
said the beat of the bubble
the fragile whole
following the rhythm of one’s heart
it flows in my own time
also in its own time
The season of Orion
and its periodical reason
It provokes the uncertain
but it only looks that way
at this very moment
looking into the black hole
since it appeared as a whole
A surprise guest sat on the beat
in my precious dream
of the spinning
white gold
period
