Often wondered what my motivation was
this infinite surge of power I get
when I think of our revolution
I believed
a relation has a beginning and end
relation with my kids
and a relation with her
a relation with everyone
alive and dead
fragrances of these relations
form noises of my Eudaimonia
resonate with static of peace
is this what they call
the meaning of life?
an unknown theory
and these equations of unknowns
form three neon signs
one sign for one axis
I can define everything!
is this moksha?
a fight with mortal values
ends with a violet sunrise.
free and unadulterated
pure and undiluted
beyond these lifeless relations
there's virgin purity
this has to be
sweetest of all fragrances
from a contemporary atmosphere
filling my mental labrynthe of voids
with unknown dense fumes
beyond life, there is mortality
beyond mortality , there is moksha.
