Fourth Dimension

Lost in the nothingness of reality
I learned of a phase in my madness
a silent serenity lies on the sea
the core of affection projects life.

An acoustic song of cicadas, the boat awaits
for a lost cause called as the self
lingering, flattering to the serenity
the light of the sunset beams ahead.

Rowing, the pensive leaking of the wood
reaching the center of the blatant balance
where time stops, living lone, fishing
the inner loggia of art conceives breath.

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The portrayal of Innisfree is the inner peace of a being in search of simple purity and rest. The peace of what the mind wants is blatantly far from the world too connected to reality, where forces of effect from the surroundings of a standardized contemporary setting submits fragmented supposition to the self. The peace of what the mind wants is aimed to disconnect from contingency, where peace is expressed both in a profound existence and in an air of a leveled phenomenon.

The peace of disconnection will never be far as long as the mind is in control of the consciousness and only literal interpretation and aim will grant difficulty. On a boat in the middle of the sea, where time stops as the sunset performs, profound simplicity offers sleep.