turning on the axis of my hayhât
Not to see what appears to your self
Flying to the heavens,
tearing, every instant,
a hundred veils!
The first moment
to renounce life,
The last step
to travel without feet!
To see this world as invisible.
Not to see what appears to your self.
a sport for hookers / the rule with drunkards / the moon and stars mirrored / fishin' with my buddies rods
