Pulsating in the diamond void of my beingness... vaguely hypnotised by the vacant horizon is the silent muscle of love beating, searching, provoking the strokes of mythological fortune. a dream is germinating in the darkness, justice will find its way into the cruelty of desequilibrium. what seemed real is now dissipating into the obsessions of the ideal, surreal and untouchable plain of imagination.. wanting to be found, aspiring to disappear, the ancient dual persists to torture my insignificance. touching the poetry of my true self at last, with a fixed gaze turned to fire, turned to ash, regenerated by the cycles of mutation to which i must surrender...
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