The Plethora Project

I’ve saved your life
And you’ve collected my skin from the ground
In the meanwhile I die.

I’ve hung the moon
And you have the courage to step on it
In the meanwhile I die.

Forgive me I’m shy
I’m too busy to play.

You recognize me as the death
And my worms get inside you
In the meanwhile you smile.

You’ve felt the grace a few seconds before
I turned my body to fly
In the meanwhile you climb onto my wings.

Forgive me I’m shy
I’m too afraid to play.

Seventeen moments of calm.