Acta est fabula

Lorenz

   Comediante.

It's a lie of life 

karma of skin and pain

on a bubble of poetry 

illusion of  abundance 

in a cold room .

The recumbets are tired 

bye bye templars of tiberias  

you're nothing more 

than sorcerer's apprentices 

in a paper theater 

And I a dark harlequin 

  blazzing with silence .

  Tragediante .

Traveler,bottle thrown 

into interstellar  seas 

a rope of opprobrium 

and wings melting in the sun

giving meaning to suspended despair .

Alchemy  gone wrong 

comical and lyrical tragedy 

this landscape of angry cellos 

in the harmonies of mars 

a darker mind speaks a cloud's language .

    Final act .

I would enjoy a poisoned tea 

with the princess of Hungary 

and I'll come back  daz'd  and  alive .

Epics must be deconstructed 

with interwined resonances .

 Achieving rebirth through 

the supreme beauty of the vacuum .

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2024 03:36
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  • Ellen Marsell

    A profound philosophical allegory. I love it!

    • Lorenz

      Allegory in allegro modus vivendi ...

    • Tony36

      Excellent write

      • Lorenz

        Thank you dear reader !

        • Tony36

          You're welcome



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