Omni-directional Sun

Trieste

Massive clouds of infinity

A colorful miasma that roots through 

Time going backwards and all we can do is be 

 

The collapse this is

Pillars already in the beyond

Its the cascade

Our all already part of the spectrum

 

The orchestra of destruction

Delight as everything pierce through our eye

Neverending reflections invade the full of our bodies

As the moons implode between us

 

The beginning, the expanse, the end, the instance of time

When the demise of eternity gave birth to her

 

The star that ends all not created

A not being of pure emptyness

Full of itself, filled with time and all that comes with it 

 

 

11.06.21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: The Sacrifice (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2022 20:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: Tis not a poem
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    'and all we can do is be'
    Amen!
    (Haunting imagery
    these words resonate with me
    as-if
    we view the worlds while underwater
    with our clothes dry and untouched
    looking around us, at the sheer vastness
    of it all
    directionless, we simply dogpaddle
    waiting for that next wave to carry us along
    as 'all we can do is be'
    and survive to glimpse those shorelines in our fates)
    thanks for sharing dear Poet



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