All those lives will have served
only to count the hours
that leave no trace
in fathomless silence ,the voice ...
Carnal tide washing up
on the shore of organic
waste .
Fleeting idolatrous images
carved by the dust of times...
Jesus walked on troubled waters
miraculously high ...
Did he yield to the Serpent's embodiment ?
I left no trace of my footstep.
Afterwards has already passed .
I am a lonely skeletton who's starting
to find the wait tedious ...
Or I have not understood the meaning
of eternal recurrence ...
Princess Leia didn't give me her adress.
Just a memory lost in the sea of tranquility ...
You know I love you lunatic mistress ,
recycled into atoms autistic necklace
and inspired mantras in dementia night...
I was a scruffly road warrior ,
hitchhiking to ride a fancy ladybug .
But I only played my role
in a mug's game ...
I ,who used to be mister everybody
I am nothing more than the mystery
of nothing ...
Not a trace will remain .
Sleepless birds cicling in a white screen ,
their wings stuck in no future ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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I loved the mix of this one Lorenz from Bible to Star Wars and what could be Mad Max. A good read my friend
If life repeats itself does nothingness reapet itself as well ?
Everything is a large circle
To leave no trace is the ultimate freedom, found only when we cast off the yoke of existence and merge with the "mystery of the void".
The void is a mystery filled with everything .
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