Festive Garments

They, here again
Whispered mantra comes from the Earth
Dressed in festive garments in the end they speak
« You come so far, finally
Fluid as the water itself is the stream of knowledge
Enjoy the view! »
I see the others motionless
While throwing themselves against me
Don't mind, care less, no idle hands
Green, the mantle made by tiny grass
Blue, the welkin pigmentation shines
Eyes are wide enough to absorb the beauty
Moving further
I'm entering the bright White
the skin that draws the shape of you
Crimson, a drop is gently flowing down
Bliss of wooden-crafted veins
Roots and Branches, woven
To steal a crack to gravel the nails are sapping
I will become the one who can exhale without a single doubt again
All the air I kept for this, I can't deny the needing
The feast, the swirling feeding will be the only one
I've spent my days trying to sneak through needle eye
I was my rebirth, fakir of life the trembling star under the sun
I've crossed the edge
Feathers as shell, body prevails
vanity fails
The perfection dwells in two, desire leads me
« Time to farewell. See?
Open doors await and you don't need us anymore, go!
Glorious is the end of this crumbling land
Reach your missing side
Two as one
Goodbye »