Lowered into the ocean Awaiting the soul detersion. Motionless by cold Youthless by persetion of time. I'm getting older every day... Drawing horizons of mind, Trying to add colours inside these shapes and lines Still powered by continental remains I consume the evening glow. Solid and solvent essence I'm watching the gentle light from above. I see there is no heaven. There is no hell below us. Ages are shortest events In premature universe of glass. Serenity is total Beyond all human apprehension. Firmness of sphere Is emptied from all human motion. I drowse in some lirical coma Sinсe Pantalassa's transformation. Gathering light streams around me Will show me my last iteration...