Jumping in imaginary lakes of infinite death,
Of infinite depth, stretching forever.
Beginning with flight, then plunging,
Inundated with the full force of history that it’s beneath.
History that sips inside, feeding me, enriching me.
In time transforming me in history, like all the layers, sunk.
This lake is not filled with water, no.
It's filled with ideas and hopes.
Disconnected thoughts of billions,
People of the past.