Baby Blue Doll: Merry Go Mind

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...