Porcelain Bridges
Porcelain Bridges, fragile beneath trembling footprints at the core of an Indigo Planet from which a stream of molten alabaster flows through ancient fissures, drifting, and ceaselessly sculpting the true vision of a newborn deity.A frenzied mannequin dressed in opulent clothes faithfully demonstrates that it is a blind witness who smells a scented wind of grave danger, which hoists the sails of the ship that will take us to safe harbor.
The crooked tooth beneath a golden crown that used to gnaw and demolish red dwarf stars with a determined crunch until they turned into stardust that fell like drizzle from a distant and powdery galaxy onto the furry head of a menacing ash grey wolf covered in a Golden Fleece, trying to appear as the white sheep among a tired and silent crowd.
And Chaplin, who has been strolling through the vast corridors of the city's Aquarium for quite some time, a worn bowler hat on top of his tiny head, and a silver-headed cane in his hand, suddenly stops to contemplate, in the distance, an old walrus, licking its mustache reflected in a broken gilt mirror, hanging in front of and from a gigantic fish tank...
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-08-12 at 12:23
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