ASCENSION INTO METAMORPHOSIS

And so you are here,
Once again you have kept the pace
With the merciless challenge of time… -
You desire no dimension!

Murdering the mornings
Sipping
The boundaries of slumber
With uncontrollable thirst,
Infuriating the rabid tempests,
You come descending on curtains of snow –
Light blue snow…

And when the rain comes down in droves,
Breaking this cold window to pieces,
Then you will be there
Still –
Silent and motionless,
The ghost itself
That never ceases to dominate
The madness within this uneven dream,
The metamorphosis of this very thought
That is now
Lingering,
Coyly and weakly,
In the doorway of fatality
After having drained the oceans
Of this dying prayer’s echo.


- SORANA -

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