My name appears somewhere in the ledger .
A few lines in a life time .
Do the stars have an identity
in the closed pages of destiny ?
Alone,so alone , in the dream ,
drama in a triad of unique solitude,
engraved story in the unfathomable instant,
register of illuminated moments ,
grain of dust in the cosmic myriad
recalls the legend of what I was ,
particle and article of the whole hologram
which traces the orderly randomless of births
and erasing the memory of spirits...
I'd like to run my fingers over the ink of my passage...
I'am confused mineral pulsar ,sideral soul,
unreal side in the eternal ...
Angel of light ,faithful official ,
for a distinguishing mixture ,
deposit the seal ,
ledger chronicle, silent servant,
death alone is right ,
shadows in the book ,programmed ,
she knows the date and all fate ,
her delicate hand printing
the name of predestined ...
- Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: May 24th, 2024 02:14
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Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in the dust: for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.
The inevitable march of destiny.
...Is inscribed in the cosmic book .
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