I (even if I should be in plural) am the  Singular dimension  The repeated phrase of a lost section  Where the circle (the actual box of colors)  Is completed  The mindjourney, the merry go mind    Draw the lined in water - divine the innerwold  Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop    I (...and not the others of I) painted the words  To a context, a mind absurd  To curse the falling star  With the baby blue doll under my arm    Draw the lined in water - divine the innerwold  Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop    We (the division of I) paint with  Eyes the parade of the air  From a transparent perspective:  We are the spheres    Feel the warm magma inside  In veins the stream of honey  colors ascend to the mind  I greet the blue harmony    ...only then  I (...and not the singular I) will believe in  The empty shadows, but...