I Came Out Of The Secluded Rooms

I came out of the secluded rooms,
My continuation document dream, it fit in your taste,
As history falls apart from its ground,
It can't copy itself with three endings.

It started with the point,
The story of such spaces,
Colons, poetry undresses,
The door opens to the sky...

The drips are blue,
Deep buried purple,
Every sentence is low-voiced,
It comes from fine tuning.