At the end of time

The infinite where I got lost

let me voiceless waiting for nothing

contemplating the space of a matter

without answer

It created a void and a call

from the dark side of myself

where black holes and dead stars await

There, I found lonely sounds gravitating 

without meaning at the end of time

In that frozen plot of emptiness

drifting without direction I

covered by emotionless vagueness 

After uncountable portions of time

from the last dream of consciousness

a verse from nowhere is born and delivered

then a forgotten universe starts again 

a brand new start of it