Letters
In the fire
All these things
Which turn out to be
Only illusions
Creatures
In the ocean's depth
All these secrets
Which began
To live their own lives
Whispers
In the wind
Everything dances
To the music
Of the quanta
Seeds
In the ground
All these predictions
Hidden
In our small talk
In the fire
All these things
Which turn out to be
Only illusions
Creatures
In the ocean's depth
All these secrets
Which began
To live their own lives
Whispers
In the wind
Everything dances
To the music
Of the quanta
Seeds
In the ground
All these predictions
Hidden
In our small talk
