A world as a reflection on a molten kobalt
Screen i see green and grey polluted by a
Transparrant flow synthetical forgotten i
Think they still a**ume that some great
Mother will take care of it all in the end
Recycled body's constantly refill a self-renewing world a landscape teaming with
Organics iconized containers fall staining
The fields of innocence without regretting
Without reflecting
The nightwings (wings of night) are not af an
Angelic source a closing (tightening)
Sphere of the blackest cellophane neonlight
Reflecting on a kobalt screen