To know everything to posses everything
It’s impossible for me even ‘Possible’ lives in the heart of impossible
All possibilities are powerful without conscience
One day sweet Helen made immortal Dr. Faustus
Though mortality touched him at last;
Cause sweet Helen’s kiss sucked his soul,
This kiss was without lips by violated teeth
One day some poetic lips suck me and I’ll die
My soul will be a moth, fly to the sky
My soul will take a seat as the star of the violet sky
Someone will see;
Someone will lose me in the uncountable constellation
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