Thus Speaks Orpheus questioning his reflection.
" Wander through the underworld
is to perceive the dual nature of light
While holding a torch of darkness
that never goes out ...
Eurydice, you cease to be alive
If I no longer gaze upon you .
What you cannot see does not exist
but remains as a threat .
But to turn around and look at you
is to condemn you forever
to realm of shadows ..
Must I decide on the perpetual remorse
of forgetting in order to finally
free myself ?
To wander through the forbidden
is to have no choice but to accept
the lack of choice...
I went down into the abyss
to betrieve you ...
But it was already written
in the book of dawn and dusk .
Even before the birth
of my new death ...
and you were already waiting for me
like cursed love that would destroy us ...
This cunning demon that dwells in me
has so many strings to its lyra .
It plays false chords dressed in sensuality
to lead me astray in a maze of sincere lies...
Eurydice I will turn around
and drink from the black source .
Forever freed from your chains !
Should I let this light take you to me ?
But isn't it in the lethal sweetness
of this time between two dimensions
that I could love you ?
woman offer me the heady fumes
of your marble !
Creature forever captive to the whims
of my moments ...
The eternity of your absence
rekindling the dark flame of my desire...
Eurydice ...Two time lost . ''
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Sometimes you have to “lose” your Eurydice in order to stop being a prisoner of your own desire.
Perhaps it is the marble of desire that is liberating ...
The classic Greek story of rescuing from the underworld and what a great musician can accomplish. Think what he could have done with a band and autotune. Then again looking back never worked out for Lot's wife either a little salty for my taste. Give me a shot of tequila and lime. Good write Lorenz
Women shaped like salt statues aren't my type !
No salt is for sailors
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