I drowned myself in dreams,
sweet bitter memories of the future,
the nonilluminated horizon of the forgotten galaxy
of past,
the hole of the needle eye
hiding in the invisible black matter
of the unique singularity
smuggled by the beautiful eternity of light.
The memoir of the infinitesimal particle of thought
brought the possibility of being into existence:
deep, on the scale of time,
the quantic melody smiles.
The mind had become.