Quiet sequence of tunes and ripples of fervent light,
Crowd heaven like trillion hungry worms,
Bunching furiously beneath sea weeds.
Not happy, but I longed for you.
Compassionate mother, quiet forever,
Wish to die again.
Frothy bodies, weightless like shadows,
Sail smoothly upon themselves.
Sea waves creeping upon sea slab.
Whitish, foamy, permeable, lucent beings
Festooned with blinking clothes of ray.
Dancing around celestial thrones,
Seeking the precious face of God
Is this the second phase? Like He is not
Shouting alleluia as angels go to and fro,
With golden whips hid under their armpits.
Strong throb of whining octaves
Swerve concavely, then rapidly convex,
Deflagrate and sieve colourlessly
Through tiny threads of light.
Groping bare blue hands upon gloom
Whisking invisible synthesis of busy waves.
Dismay optimised on the graph of my face,
And glued invisibly to my forehead,
As emitting energy weaved into seam,
Screening dark beings from the earth plane
I saw beings from other planets pass through.
The motion slowed cautiously,
Crediting and debiting
Perfectly like a Microsoft software.