I thought, this dawn breaking over my ethereal body
was Paradise, but I soon realised that it was only
the start of a new life. Did I take the stilted ladders
of my limbs, far away, up above the sun, the stars,
in a sphere where I remembered; I would discover
your name? I didn’t know this litmus test took an eternity
and, yet, the fire wouldn’t die, and the colours wouldn’t
spread out over me soon. My exaltation being only in a repose
of sublimity that nobody understood. Though I imagined those colours
were the bridge of a rainbow taking me somewhere – to
an eternity beyond the eternity I could imagine.
Was I only starstruck with my head in clouds
of illusions; my dreams being a damp squib? Why then did
I disown all aspiration; I defy all opportunity…?
I lived in an illusion where desire becomes so quantum
that it loses its steadfast materiality and becomes
an individuation, like a purpose without a solid end, yet corporeal.
And remarkably significant like cuneiform tablets
that everybody wants to decipher and learn about!
This is the masterpiece and masterstroke of alchemy the grandmaster
lives for! The realisation that his true love and all his loves cannot
manifest for him even after the waiting on alien Earth, and his Pangea’s
dismembering and his subsequent lifetimes – like
the desert only remains quenched in the bare, distant vision of the oasis!
We are like thought-provoking symbols that never had speech
but were salient in a motionless continuity, should we outlast everything else?
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