You are starting anew don’t you?!
You have framed your glory before the story?
You have deleted the past and framed it; misty clouds of memory; have you forgotten the forgotten?
Hardwired and softly lid, this is your piece of art of nothingness.
Your golden future of emptiness;
Spill it all over me!
No frame will hold you,
You who is bursting at the seams, leaking, leaping,
before the story.