I CAN SEE YOUR HOUSE FROM HERE!
In the depths of a sea of tranquilitya strange creature struggles to breathe,
passing through thick layers of cosmic algae
of a peculiar rotten green color,
to survive the monsters within.
Mirages of the moon through a myopic gaze,
which is focused by a telescope on subatomic particles,
allow me to welcome the swamps and quicksands fearfully
that move in the depths of my being.
Dreading the Nostalgia of the imperceptible passing
of stones that roll and creak without stopping
like a vital gear
of my oblique mind,
while the journey of a barefoot hero
through the valleys and hills of life,
looking at the only star in the sky
that spreads with its glow,
quiet ripples that make a slow motion
on the surface of this discursive marine mantle.
And so, in this way,
behind all the interstellar debris of time
and the walls and tombstones
of a black hole space cemetery,
We will finally find
the lonely astronaut
who has always been GOD...
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-08-26 at 10:58
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