MADRE SONO MUERTA

Hanged by a Violin it went, around, the Wor(l)d; All's Spinnin'!
Hanged by a violin it was, the Wor(l)d, from the beginning,
and from the very start, it was, from beginning - hanged!
was the Wor(l)d, hanged by a violin, hanged by the very String.
All's Spinnin'!
??? Thus nothingness itself came about, to be - aware ???
!!! Not yet. Not now. Not then. Not here. Not there. Not anywhere !!!