The ox and the donkey watch over the stable.
I dream of distant suns and journey toward the ethereal...
If history were to be rewritten ,I would be born
from the womb of a spiral glowing with galactic dust ...
If my destiny were to be replayed in the realm of chance
I would not swear allegiance to the crowned puppets
who scheme on the shadows ...
And I I won't fall in love for queens sacrified
at the grand ball of the pretenses ...
My playmates are turbulent quasars and swirling pulsars .
The lips brushing against my dreams are those
of lunatic moons and the icy breath of a few comets
that tell me the wondrous legend of the creation
and princess Leia's upcoming return ...
Alice I won't follow you down in the rabbit's black hole !
If I had to start all over again,I wouldn't be an alien
lost in the organic ecstasy of the crowd !
Slave to this gravity that chains me to the protocol of excesses.
I aspire to the spell of a light year's enchantment...
The verdict of the lost judgment has recorded me
to the fleeting whims of illusory alternate history ...
I'm just a flying fish in a tridimensional bowl...
In the mirror of my utopia ,contemplating the face of a god
in need of inspiration ,longing for a little blue planet...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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The finale hints that the longing for another world never ends: man yearns for the sky, and God yearns for the Earth. There is a wonderful existential irony in this. A beautiful poem!
I am a flying fish trapped in his cosmic aquarium !
Alice what of the snarks and boojums? Oh yea forgot about the snark that was a boojum.
this boojum has a truly pataphysical delirious quality !
Does it glow in the dark?
Lorenz, this hit me hard. I love how the poem moves effortlessly between the sacred, the cosmic, and the fantastical...from the stable and galactic dust to Alice, Leia, quasars, and gods. Yet beneath all those images, I hear a deeper desire to escape prescribed roles and imagined destinies in search of something more authentic and expansive. The closing image of a god longing for a little blue planet is especially striking. Thought-provoking and beautifully imaginative, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It is a poetic meditation on inner exile and the longing for an impossible elsewhere -An imaginary autobiography in which the soul rejects ordinary boundaries .
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