Ehi boy, you should have overcome!

Ehi boy, you should have overcome! 

Ehi boy, you should have overcome 

desires to see everything with light of star!

Because, you know, everything is set up to mar 

and disperse in particles, in processes with no reverse. 

And I just learned about one fixity. 

Where is our where?

When is our when? 

How is our why? 

I'm not a star of sky!

I'm beautiful before I die. 

Intertwined with smithereens of ken: 

lots of holes, just a net of what we did tear. 

But I always whisper what I should: 

you're the best act that God could. 

Moulded by depths of time and space: 

nothing's doomed to avoid the brace. 

Giuseppe Circiello