Redeemed surfaces

The previous night, I surfaced onto a realization,

naive and complicated :

This man made earth and this man made

space, all the deadly atoms vying against this virginal heart,

as if there is a sense of nothingness in air and as if

there is nothing but trade going on, some trade of the virgin hearts.

The time is relative, so is my motion :

You run, I run, we run.

The happiness lies in the sorrow, and the sorrow

lies in the happiness, this chain is the binding oath.

Here is where the sampling blossomed, if I

wont be happy, I wont be sad either.