Matter

Concrete dusts
vibrating
they let it fall
constantly
exale the essence
the mother and her bones

Matter, makes us blind
Matter, made by
the essence of light

Grain of sand, matte then bright
what matters, bend space and time

Gravity
makes us unite
makes us collide

Matter collide

I am the dusty breath
the cry of them

Falling dots
of cosmic soul
Matter collide
Collision materialize

There's no ground
where's no above
attraction is reign
of events, the storm