Thought emprisoned in a silent vibration
voyaging in icy splendor .
You've lost the memory of the swarm
where you were born
and you don't know
in which galaxy you will die...
Following your path ,
greeting only the void
in its multiple voices ...
You pass through murky gas clouds
and fiery spirits .
Mischievous creatures who dance
in the stellar inconscious ...
Open dream to the wonder
whose womb gives birth
to extinction who will shape
a new living matter story.
Divine seed ,the ignition ...
You restless wanderer ,
are you only this funeral chant
of the mourners who carry
a body made of pustules
and sulfurous clouds
to the stake ?
I gaze at you ,object of dementia
whose curves into a planetary sphere
distorting the plowed flesh ...
Dirty snow scattered
by a solar protuberance ...
Burning incandescence
seeking the obscure orgasm
in my inspired space-time ...
Celestial mane ,
I'm just expecting for the final blaze.
Tell me when you will return ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A deep text, filled with cosmic mysticism.
A deep visionary introspection .
The body comes from dirt but where does consciousness of being come from? Some say neural connections, if so how many are needed. Some say a message transmitted to the body receiver, if so who is sending it and why? Some say it is evolutionary communication. Cosmic or terrestrial it comes and goes and as you say when will it return.
Neural connections linked to the '' whole '' ? Inspired poets certainly have a response...
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