Have seen through life and little is left me unseen.

The Now, is since long seen, already hatched,
to its very last drop a home-birded and tired.


there presage moved gifted unexpected possibilities
in the false promises that are ripped apart inside by the miraged
while just running away from the latest cancelled occurrences…

But, still…

awoke to something unreachable and desirable in me,
as it would be a life without any words, rich with other than trash.

At long last given here entry to an Enlightened New Time;

an age where the new pen cease being so meaningless and mightless.
Wished deeds step onwards. None gets away.

Hear a last warning filled with severity:

All is altered

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Written on 2023-09-19 at 13:22

Tags Time  Presage  Midgard 

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