'' What do you want to play ? ''
Asks the binaureal intelligence .
'' Let's play at urban chaos ! ''
the shadows reply .
My friend ,give the queen of hearts,
who is mourning,a bouquet of fallen leaves!
The madman speaking with the voice
of the crowd heralds the beginning of time !
The elders ,their eyes filled with heat waves ,
share a nostalgia about a bygone era
when in supermarkets you'd see a steady stream
of strollers filled with frozen,plump ,hollowed-out babies...
I no longer recognize anything of that aborted
avatar of myself ...
A nutcase on the chessboard staggering along dream
disconnected from the crime ...
But this is simply a matter of random strategy .
A tsunami warning wandering in the vacant gaze
of a mermaid promised as prey to the psychopath...
I've stopped believing the lies of curves.
I've made myself the apostle of vertical cold .
Only captivated by the voluptuous geometry
of quantum death ...
At the bedside of well -behaved children ,
that wear the sin of the beauty ,
the ogress tells stories ...
My friend ,before you leave ,
don't forget to drop a small obole at the Baron Samedi...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
good write my friend, very much enjoyed
Let's show compassion for our zombie siblings !
compassion is always good
A highly intellectual work, woven from a complex network of symbols. It is a revelation about a world that is growing accustomed to its own inner emptiness.
Collective reason can become just as delusional as individual madness ...
This bears the signs of a modern adapted ancient fairytale.
An essay on voodoo nomadism !
Hope they find the oasis of Papa Legba
Lorenz, what a fascinating piece. The surreal imagery, dream logic, and constant transformation keep the poem alive from the first line to the last. I never felt like I was meant to stand outside and decode it...I felt invited to step inside and experience it. That's exactly where this kind of poetry shines. Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Leave certain names unspoken.
Leave certain geometry unfinished .
Explanation domesticates terror.
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