Henry Call Mash Yes - Kadinja

From the light to the constellation

I draw the mind

Of a body made of fate

Celestial cracks

Holes of matter

To project the life

That we seek in the unknown

Moving galaxies toward gods

I discover the surface of my projections

Fire of lie all around

Are we the slaves of Gods?

Are we the collective awareness?

Are we the power?

The force of projection

To taste the decline

Far from the crowds

From the colonies

Wandering in space for years

I lose the signs of this promised land waiting afar

Beyond Gods

I write the time

Far from the human surfaces

Interval of awareness

Called by blanks

Seeking the silences

Beyond our limits

I listen to the absurd

Of the crowd

Noises run on the stones of the lunar roads

Glances

I listen and I move away

And I write the time

Beyond the gods

Beyond the fate

Beyond the science

Fiery youth is dead

In a fatality/fate

Of seduction

We breathe the perfume of the papers marked by numbers

Beyond Gods

I write the time

Far from the human surfaces

Interval of awareness

Called by blanks

Seeking the silences

Beyond our limits