There is no such notion
Known as "time".
The angels are weaving the spiral
That intertwines Her magnetic threads,
According to the wisdom of their King.
Sometimes they pause...
Suspended at the crossroad of the thoughts,
I am waiting for their green light,
Witnessing the lunatic march
Of the devils passing by.
When the delicate angelic bell
Is ringing again,
I can resume walking on their path,
Until the next breath.
There is no such notion
Known as "time".
