'' Don't write to me at theses adresses anymore,
because I'm no longer here...
Don't cry for me gentle mania ! "
I am now that voyager at the edge
of the spirit realm .
Good night fairywell !
Quantic navigator wandering
through perfect spheres .
I walk on the threat
of a genetic sequence
built on spectral discordances
and awesome autistic asymmetries...
In the beginning was the limbic verb
in the sublime univers of folded time.
Born of a symphonic blue sun ,
I am root, seed ,and promised fruit .
Explorer of imaginary shores ...
'' Don't write to me anymore
at the theater of shadows
where actors die in silent dialogues...''
And when the light turns purple
all stars go out without desires and regrets...
In the world of quasars where the heart
of everything pulses in such perfect harmony .
Enigmatic beauty of the empty circle .
I am the quantum voyager ,
with no destination other than oneself...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2025 10:32
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Comments4
A meditation on existence !
Philosophical and scientific metaphors praiseworthy.
Empty circle 👌👌.
Quantum zen .
Although surrealistic in nature I am reversing the metaphor and see this as nature's mutation in DNA giving us a way to become something more. A lovely write
Something more and something else ...And also thanks to A.I !
For me, this poem is dual in nature, which makes it especially profound in meaning. Dazzling imagery!
Thinking about identity in an era of uncertainty !
The poem serves as a meditation on identity, existence, and the search for meaning beyond the physical realm. It invites readers to contemplate their own journeys and the nature of consciousness itself.
Thank you for this sensitive analysis . It is indeed a inner space voyage !
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