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The allegory of love (The shadow)
"Who would have thought that I was adequate to come across divinity?
I saw its storm in your eyes, swirling like optical illusions, every blink was countless rebirths of galaxies, reflecting in your iris and every cell of your derma.
Abandoned identifications lie on the sand illuminated by the shadows of love.
There is nothing true without you.
All seem artificial and animated,
opposed to an omnipotent power that gives new terms to unity,
to be written in the libraries of the Collective Unconscious,
Our mirth hypnotizes all senses, this integral state of mind is what I aspire to be my permanent one.
A maze of synchronized allusions, mapped out by our own soulprints, brought me close to you, to allow our welded bodies to surrender to this trail's tranquility.
The ambient vibes of our anatomy that constitute something infinite weather the void of separation.
This metamorphosis contours all imperfections.
As my odyssey has lingered over the last pages of the reunion, this irreversible expedition, plotted in a higher density, meets no end.
Give me a vial of your essence to carry it with me, in my melancholy cloak till we'll be together again",
the soul spoke to the consciousness and meandered in farewell.
I saw its storm in your eyes, swirling like optical illusions, every blink was countless rebirths of galaxies, reflecting in your iris and every cell of your derma.
Abandoned identifications lie on the sand illuminated by the shadows of love.
There is nothing true without you.
All seem artificial and animated,
opposed to an omnipotent power that gives new terms to unity,
to be written in the libraries of the Collective Unconscious,
Our mirth hypnotizes all senses, this integral state of mind is what I aspire to be my permanent one.
A maze of synchronized allusions, mapped out by our own soulprints, brought me close to you, to allow our welded bodies to surrender to this trail's tranquility.
The ambient vibes of our anatomy that constitute something infinite weather the void of separation.
This metamorphosis contours all imperfections.
As my odyssey has lingered over the last pages of the reunion, this irreversible expedition, plotted in a higher density, meets no end.
Give me a vial of your essence to carry it with me, in my melancholy cloak till we'll be together again",
the soul spoke to the consciousness and meandered in farewell.
Published 16th Dec 2018
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22nd May 2019 11:32am
"This metamorphosis contours all imperfections.
As my odyssey has lingered over the last pages of the reunion, this irreversible expedition, plotted in a higher density, meets no end.
Give me a vial of your essence to carry it with me, in my melancholy cloak till we'll be together again",
the soul spoke to the consciousness and meandered in farewell."
This took me where you want me to go, see and feel. Until then all shall be done.
As my odyssey has lingered over the last pages of the reunion, this irreversible expedition, plotted in a higher density, meets no end.
Give me a vial of your essence to carry it with me, in my melancholy cloak till we'll be together again",
the soul spoke to the consciousness and meandered in farewell."
This took me where you want me to go, see and feel. Until then all shall be done.
