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A corps of solitude staggering along this obstructed current
in an endless night of illuminations that scorched through your soul in premature silence.
It was these shallow personifications that ruined their own ideals
that reminds us not to conform to this empty hierarchy of abstract philosophies -
an epic misplace of scattered holy contradictions.
Crucifixions and triple moons, lotus flowers and elephant heads,
sacred trees of the natural world,
all running down the drain
and finding that gap where imaginary walls collapse.
Frightening apparitions of transparent dreams
imitates the Gods who set human fires of unwound destruction,
an angel of fear whispering flowing dictations
composed of romantic alchemy and disturbing frustration,
a concrete void that built an endless garden of orchids
placing deceased petals at your feet.
And from the pit of this void steps a muttering fountain of pulsing imagination,
angels of fear collectively haunting your trembling essence
who prevented the divine flood from welcoming the rich dance of the coiled dragon.
The void of the angels stare back at all those who sought this empty space
those demons of social anarchy who drove you blindly forward.
And the mother death reveals her bones that nimbly wrapped you in the courage to roll on.