Regression

I walked through a wall
And crossed a continent with a straw
In a moment
There is no time
No creation
No crossroads
There is only a heap of voiceless cries
And faithless submissions
Of a buried man
Who’s walking down the street.

The river you are sitting by
Dangling your regression in its waters
Is indeed dry!
So kiss the moment goodbye
And follow the steps of the buried man
Down the street
Hurry up son of nothing
Lucifer is occupying your palace
There in the others kingdom
Hurry up
You don’t want to miss the show
You don’t want to miss the moment
That’s stretched between
A judgment and a rope of fire.
You don’t want to miss the breeze
That breaks through the stones
And your over lapsed desire.