The philosophical poem about space and tears

The course and now, only realised through the ups and downs. I liked the fact that something could be heard:

"Please don't play with the soul,

that lives in my body.

Because tears in space

are floods in the spaceless."

Thus spoke the entanglement of all being and becoming.

Thus spoke my you and your I.

The mist is carried by the wind, even plastic bottles are blown away.