Far from the here of solitude
and the now of departure .
I leave this song of flesh and despair.
Nothing more than a caricature .
seeds in the field of dismorphic particules,
tragedy of once was ...
Dark relic to the after,dedicated .
In a dazzling light-years prodigy ,
galaxies trace infinite intelligence,the face...
about a few comets in a bit of a hurry
to get nowhere ,
I pick up a bouquet of frost flowers
to offer to the reflection smiling at me
in the mirror of illusions...
Shadowy remnant of an old story ,
burden I carry from soul to soul .
Strange feeling of being the chance
of so many others within oneself .
I am then nothing more than this utopia
in quest of a voice ?
And dreams just desires in the making ?
Fragmented echoes of a sweet madness
in the fleeting space -time ...
In this book which has neither prologue and epilogue ,
the mind opens it ,finding only the enigma of logos...
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This poem as enigmatic as the book mentioned where the face of the logos is invisible and one must remove one's shoes on holy ground. Well done a fave
A highly dreamlike setting that should be approached with a very sens of cosmic reverence .
I bow to the greater powers
Here the scale shifts from the “micro” to the “macro.” Personal suffering fades before the blinding radiance of the universe. A beautiful poem.
That's an idea I hadn't thought of ! good point !
The poem bizarrely borders both science and myth, without ever actually touching either! Wonderful, and very complimentary to its content. Brilliant write
The great book of galaxies wait in silence for someone to decipher the message of its infinite wisdom...
Thoughtful piece with a clear philosophical depth .
Brilliant write .
To examine image in a vacuum in an attempt to explain the absurd ...
Lorenz, that mirror of illusions really sticks with me. That moment of offering something to your own reflection…there’s something quietly unsettling and beautiful in that. It lingers. Well written. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Poetry imbued with a fragmented cosmology ...
life is enigmatic, and so is this poem..
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