Magnificent light .
Apocalyptic midnight .
Back from infinity ,
the angel has the strange stare
of a stellar voyager
in the odyssey of eternity...
The celestial musician ,
plays with sublime chords ,
composing metamorphoses...
Sacred mantras of the spheres .
I never knew your name,my beloved star
that has been dead for so long
-or just a few moment in the grand
scheme of Chronos.
Cosmic tragedy ...
Is the universe nothing more
than an alchemical fantasy ?
sapiens,my ancient one ,
I look at the same mystery
through your faded eyes ...
Capricious nebula fleeing
into its spacetime cloud ,
elusive Lolita ...
I am searching for incandescence
of a body surrendered to the ultimate blaze
of the cosmic orgasm !
Prometheus who desire you as a promise...
You ,shadow of a cosmic agony !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 14th, 2026 11:01
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Comments2
What an intoxicating piece, Lorenz. Myth, desire, music, and mortality spiral together until the universe itself becomes a vanished beloved whose radiance still reaches us. Surreal, sensual, and deeply haunting, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We'll witness Betelgeus's last moments in about 300 years .In the meantime let's act as if it was still there ...
You write the cosmos as a free cosmic improvisation: a theme appears, transforms, disappears, and returns in an altered form.
A few chords of the symphony of the spheres !
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