Please Be My Kepler
A box drifts in the second space
Looking for the better place
The faces gaze the surroundings
The mind is named the spent feelings
The empty polyhedron turns itself,
But the light body is not stable
The oscillation changes into its voice,
Echoes inside and goes outside
When it makes the grooves of the orbit
Trace its casual stories
Listen to its internal harmonies
Watch your lackadaisical images
It will be a little planet
At the end of the Internet
Find it out and break it down
By your gamma ray burst
Before it lets the satellites go around
