The last poet

Lorenz

I am the last poet of the lands of Antares.

For so many generations ,longing for the end

that haunts my soul .

I'm writing to the children 

I didn't invite to weading feast ,

waiting in the womb of the sphere

or asleep in the maze ...

I bid farewell to the oriental mornings 

awakening at sunset and balancing

on an unstable galactic carpet .

Painter of weather climates ,

traveler in these braziers of eternal ice.

Stranger exiled in the spicy perfume

of a summer night ,

plucked from the crimson 

of a cloudy death ...

 Solitary  walker ,

trapped in a bubble of sideral despair ,

born at the source of scripture 

in the haze of inspired ...

This demented rounds of atoms 

lost in the mirror of memories...

 Does nothingness wears

the mask of the wise serpent ?

Crowds laugh in the book of illusions...

 I'm just this wanderer 

in the mirage of the moment ,

molecular hologram ,

swept by solar winds .

  In the long red plain of Antares,

masters teach me the sacred of eternity...

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Once again meaning cloaked in symbols and mystery this poem reads of a warning and admonition. Nicely worded Lorenz

    • Lorenz

      Words from a consciousness awkening in the cosmic intimacy !

    • nephilim56

      great write Lorenz, thoroughly enjoyed

      • Lorenz

        Sketch of a techno-cosmological religion ?

        • nephilim56

          theres many religions, quite possibly

          • Lorenz

            You have to be careful ! Its very easy to become a prophet in spite of yourself !

            • nephilim56

              Advice taken my friend

              • Lorenz

                Thanks for your wise comments !

                • nephilim56

                  most welcome, loved the poem

                • Ellen Marsell

                  Poetry of the end times and poetry of memory, in which the word becomes the only thread connecting the vanishing with the eternal.

                  • Lorenz

                    Im Echo eines Zeitnebel hörte ich das lachen der Zwillinge !



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