Through the Galaxy of eternal sleep
We travel to the beauty of deep.
Getting close to the cold death -
We are witnesses of the last breath.
The whisper of a slumbering thought,
Which will never be brought
To the temporary lives,
Whose time the death restrives.
There is only one solution:
Making this thought avoid consecution,
Soaring in the chaos being with ataraxy,
“Solve et coagula” in this short-term Galaxy.
Ataraxy
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