Master of the dark kingdom of melancholy
where the old Saturn stands vigil .
Hard core concentrated being .
Solitary in its winter tower .
Blurred emotions ,
vague sensations ,
fluctuating feeling of the moment
have no grip and break .
Impassive in the density
of its inner spaces ,
compact unshakeable block ,
iron hand holding time .
Dream obey the laws of awakening
and enlightenment in the rigid ascetism.
Engineer of the universal clock
that rules all destiny .
The cosmic breath is it just poetic illusion
drawn by an anonymous corps
on the screen of the divine comedy ?
Lost,so lost in the infinite cluster ...
You,death ,you are ,but the handmaiden
who waters with gall the thirsty souls
awaiting judgement and ineluctable sentence...
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This poem in its darkness speaks to me of justice and in that a sense of balance. Nicely worded in a mystic style.
A little astrological fantasy ! Thanks Soren for your comment !
Philosophical and astrological symbols create a powerful, monolithic image here. Capricorn is stern, determined—a symbol of existence bound by the iron logic of being. He appears as a figure of authority, discipline, and structure, yet he does not possess true power over his own essence. I believe he is also a tragic figure—aware of his limitations but unable to transcend them.
This is an interesting work—an intellectual piece that allows for multiple interpretations. Bravo!
As always a very deep analysis ! Thanks !
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