Towards the sea of ​​oblivion

 Towards the sea of ​​oblivion

Something that is being. Life. Sometimes silence. Sometimes the noise. Enters. It does. It is being. Enters. It makes a nest. Heat-comfort. It makes time exist. To the book of events. To timeless words. To be two. With you, with me, two. Two trees. Wanting to reach. Branch by branch. Sheet to sheet. Looking for us among the infinite roots. That underground wind. That désir. In the darkness of the earth. Flows, flows underground river fleeing from the fluidity of time who leads us towards the sea of ​​oblivion.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.