28 February 2013
Life is very odd
So death is even.
All transient souls;
O' but still beauty!
Tune my telescope-
All, mechanic's odd
So all nature's even.
But, even and odd
Both sparkle with shine;
Blossoms in our heart
The Devine movement.
All is fine but not
Dandy! So let us
Search for the seeking.
Why Eternal Hunger • Opuss № I