Contention

I understand: this world has forgotten me.
Who has died, that never lived. I try
To take refuge in Self-consistency.
I hurry to retire from death to retire.

I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some...
Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire.
We came into this world to overcome
The deep contention of fate with desire.

It is a step to giving birth to skies,
And in myself the most sacred glisten.
The coronet is above the all-in prices.
Eternity is whispering us. Listen!

Spirit world darkens the world.
Our world is only a totlot.

I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some...
Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire.
We came into this world to overcome
The deep contention of fate with desire.