After, a consciousness.
After, a flow
And seas became days
and moons turn for mounts.
And years had been already counted.
And myths yet had preserved the knowledge.
After, milions of forgotfulnesses
Myths already did not say anything.
And frameworks had preserved what was left to preserve.
For Heaven above.
For Earth below.
A consciousness fought against denails.
Cultures had preserved universal treasures.
The Individual's consciousness.
He heirs values, principles heavy for carry
Rules for his mind
His body still absorbs the flows.
And he's fighting against the denails.
Building the state of his.
Fighting against the other.
But it is himself.