Anthropomorphic Game

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We donned this flesh like a thin veil,
Plunged into the human din, into illusion and distance,
Where the light game dictates the rules.
We toyed with fire, unaware of the weight,
Spilled the days like waves against the shores,
Until the tart, bitter time arrived.

Your laughter rang like crystal in earthly gardens,
We painted tenderness on silent lips,
Wearing this anthropomorphic garb.
The weightlessness of bones, the weightlessness of words,
We played at being human, we played at love,
Hiding from the world our primordial knowledge.

But suddenly, the flesh became unbearably tight,
When a hand touched the temple,
And a strange current sprouted through the neurons.
Forgotten star-bells wept in the blood,
All artificial canons crumbled into dust,
And the planet’s monotonous noise fell silent.

I embraced your luminous, otherworldly visage,
A primordial cry sobbed within the chest,
Which melted the masks into fire.
The circle closed – a divine discharge,
A sacred and terrible rite was performed
In the tremor of joined palms.

Rooms dissolved, the gray walls collapsed,
Being dissolved in a sea of stellar foam,
The phantom, bitter smoke dissipated.
We crossed the threshold where the towers crumbled,
Ignited in the radiance of an eternal conflagration,
Becoming light – pure and one.

A timeless vine rose from the void,
Where an uncharted garden burns with green,
Unfamiliar to any earthly land.
There, the mirror of the lakes drinks the vault of heaven,
There, the pulse of the vine streams into the sunrises –
A return to our true paradise.

We are the living echo of gilded waves,
Where time has stopped, the calm has enveloped us,
Turning the explosion into resonance.
Bodies are but wires for a higher voltage,
We ascend into the heights without pain or effort,
Merging into an infinite trance.

This is not human love – it is a super-stellar ascent,
In which the spirit forever consumes the world,
Feeling this piercing ecstasy.
We are the Creator’s breath, we are sparks in the primordial blue,
Drowning in the boundless, golden depth,
Burning for the last time, and every time.

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    Надсилаючи листа, Ви довіряєте свій голос цьому простору. Я бережу Вашу приватність так само ревно, як власну тишу