My eyes opened one night
on the Mercury plains .
Sown in a orchard of the future
between the fugue of an orb
and hologram reflection...
Was I realy the plaything of a drama ?
Lost in this obscure zodiac ,
I don't know which color to choose
and what perfume to wear ,
surounded by warring spirits
I hide behind masks that stare at me...
Getting drunk on lunatic loves
in the lava swirls of stellar orgasm
that draws me toward inspired chasms...
Hearing all these voices
whispering to me the mortal sin
of palace of vice...
Meet somewhere in the constellation
of swan to taste the divine nectar
in some synphonic spheres
where synesthesic sirens await me,
that I touch with the flesh of my mind ...
I listen to a white old dwarf
telling me the legend
of these adventurers of dazzling spirals
and the sons of Daedalus...
I fall in love with a girl made of stardust...
At random from a solar dynasty ,
forgiven by the severe Jupiter ,
we 'll find the icy pleasure
of the Mercury plains ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2025 11:47
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Comments3
A cosmic mystery: a hybrid of myth, fantasy, and lyrical self-exploration. Love it!
The excess dopamin makes me reach for the stars !
Cosmic it walks out of another dimension seduces with a synthetic siren screen. Nicely done Lorenz
the battle between Eros and Thanatos is not a moral issue but the expression of a cosmic force .
Love and death some would argue are opposing forces of a cosmic nature
Well written. Your poem revolves around the exploration of identity, love, and the quest for meaning in a surreal, cosmic realm. The poet grapples with existential questions while navigating a landscape filled with celestial imagery, suggesting a search for connection and understanding amidst chaos and uncertainty. The subject matter encompasses themes of love, personal discovery, and the interplay between the earthly and the cosmic.
The Mercury plains are beyond the material worlds and rise from the realm of images of the soul .
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