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Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought -
it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of
feat,
the soma of motion,
producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the
flesh turn into earth again.

So let the water drink you as Ophelia did -

From out of static time has grown
Existence formed by substance unknown
Prelude to matter, shift of disorder
Completion of bonds between chaos and order

The era of seasons, the essence of being
The continuous process awakens the living
Absorber of every flickering sun

Moving through fields
away from the great sea
up to the barren and cold

The wind gathers might
as the last trees passes out of sight
I plunge into the blight

Temptation impales the vulnerable
Transforming the breed as it strains to erase
Cleansing the body and perfecting the bliss
Falling further into its hypnosis

Absurd scenery of strenght and endurance
The mundane edeavours for the perfect resistance
Evolution axis bent. Manipulation results

"The gods are great, I
am the greatest"
Mother of earth, mother of all
Father of air, father of all
Brother in flames
Sister of seas
Gods of my world, behold...
Flame my desire

There was a time
A time when every moment showed
A place where the symphonies shone
Through branches and leaves
The symphonies of nature...

There was a time
A time when one grew with trees

The roots thrust – into oblivion
beyond the verge of space
The erodent roots, the evolving loops
thrusts, yet free roaming

There is a horizon folded
blinding leaves of the universe
Throughout the inner core

From the lonely, grey bricks of inaccessible places to the
massive stones of a shared foundation.
From a Mental clarity of inverted liberation to the
intricate web
forming ever-changing mazes.
Numerically understanding east to west,
only to snap in a single contraction.
Failing to grasp what all should know best as a perfect

Pale like the skull of the sun
The way of the hunting moon
O storms that reign supreme
The breeze comes whisperin' soon

Strike the flowers' last gleam
In spite of desperate fight, their power
Leave no shores where the torrents stream

p there on the mountain, above all fire,
the fields down there and the ravine below
Where the elements feast in reckless desire

A raven is seated
Where the sun cannot reach,
only terrific storms prevail
In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar

Prior to the forces of primacy
Concealed by the essence, the profane
Withdraws in manners of erosion
Spine of the universal conflicts

Swept towards a new domain
Reversed in time, proceed in time
Swallowed by dimensions

The mountains chime
Avast the relentless rhyme
The majesty, the regency
Revails the everlasting rivalry

Crowned by the haze of history
A ferocious tore
A regaining core

Awakened by the hands of Autumn
The hands which made me sleep
Straight in the eyes of Winter
Was a shadow vague yet deep

A creature, spine of the essence
Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin
The force behind my cause

Celebration of life in all its forms.
The visionary scope of wonders.
Confluent and figural scenery.
The resilient existence of the past.

As a drone of the inevitable progress.
The carrier that breach the horizon.
I see the winter all summer through.

Existential matters ignite in circulation.
A motion to bend, towards the swift end.
Encompassing a visionary plead to defend.

Liberation of the five senses, the ego phrase.
Metamorphosis of perceptual principles.
Platonic illumination of Natures' quincunx.
Which hemisphere is mine to hold?