One day as one falls asleep ,
dizzy in the depths of time .
Nothing remains but the neat appareance
of what once what ...
A Gothic ink inspired by the Brontë sisters...
Eyes ,lunatic craters open to visions from beyond.
One day, I will find meaning in nothing,
posing as a living corpse in a Victorian parlor...
Enthroned in the mist of a decomposed family .
Death knows how to maintain the dignity
of those whose occupy the entire present
between pity and lie ...
Everything in a matter of attitude
in the catharsis of the soul ,
through the state of the sublimated vacuum...
Memory imprinted with the majesty
of a formal decay .
Poetry in formalin traced ...
In this folded space awake in
a frozen metaverse ,
no pity and lie .Grace ,only...
You see,I am always there .
The story ends but a form of faith remains.
A misplaced life in a Victorian parlor ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I find infinite ,meaning in nothing. Take that as you will. Good write Lorenz
Text inspired by these photos of Victorian parlors where deceased posed with the living .
Didn't know they liked their pictures taken
excellent
A cultural elegy now foreign to our times .
So true, I dread the present culture and future
In this text, the gaze reflects endlessly, like in the mirrors of an old parlor. A poem meant for deep reflection. I like it.
Perhaps we remain alive as longer the state of presence lasts...
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