The chest doesn`t breathe sounds anymore,
just senses
never ending, never proven
forever lost.
additions of memories,
are breathed polluted
so that more and more tired
subtractions of moments are exhaled.
The first multiplicities without equal:
living, reliving, living, reliving...
Are verified through divisions at zero
where impossibility hits against
the soul`s conjuctivites
dropped in tears and treated
with the hyper cubic love.

Only love, isn`t but in a dot
in all this equation
And it is not in the calculations from above
Just in my heart and yours.