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Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve
Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve, The fabric of nature unravels into an inscrutable residue of secrets, Far from the world’s gaze, in the salt of the wilderness, a different essence is born, Even bare sterility embraces the enigma that deceives and soothes us. From the illusion of light-years, a whiff of earth mixed with saffron, Nature caught in the dance of an eternal flame, inscribes upon the planes of existence, Odes to the wind, where meadows bow to reveal a hidden-lost utopia, The delicate sign of the sky bears ethereal symbols, home of the precious wild clover. Deep down, at the root, where the echo of initiation throbs and writhes, The whispers of a partial eclipse weave a complicit veil over myrrh footprints, Nestled in the maple leaf, the wave of blood becomes intimately red, Rustle of life in our spread, a solitary armchair beneath blue draperies. Thus, I begin to merge with the threshold of mystery of beginning and end, To immerse myself in the enigma of the opulent soul, the scent of ash and quake, Outrunning the saintly stride, seeking the heart as a celestial sanctuary, Stepping into the labyrinth called love, a portal to the heart named eternal.
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