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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine, And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations. The only enclosure where man erects his biography is a veritable menagerie of dreams, A pantheon of thoughts and phantasms, with the altar of bitter desires. With fingers of transparent dreams, he stretches his wanderings across the inner frescoes, Where colors blend into palimpsests, and pigment is born only when summoned. But the depths hide the fog, unleashing sphinxes that roam the corridors of wise chaos, And the shadows come, the night's responsory, to absorb his light, to fashion his coffin of shadows. In this labyrinth of the self, celestial wolves and crystal deer spin round the roundel of forgetfulness, And in the corners of darkness, basilisks nest, dreadlocks of darkness weave the feverish tapestry. Demons silently ringing at the gate of essence, demand the toll to be freed and transfigured, And all this reverberation, each turmoil, is an unwritten palimpsest, a silent carol. Every breath, every tremble of the lip, is an undeciphered libretto, an unsung chord, In the crypt of his heart, dungeons of unfulfilled passions, Wandering on a melancholic arpeggio, on strings of a sealed and closed wasteland. But from the darkness resists, a phoenix of thought, a leaf of hope, an unexpected flight of light, And man deciphers that in his own labyrinth, He is the master, the musician, and the sculptor of his boundless life. Thus, crossing the threshold of flesh, he surrenders to the wave of dreams, Flying on the rainbow of imagination, in his most sacred sanctuary, Where his imprisonment is the heart of a living temple, And he is the hidden angel, in the eternal saga of his own light.
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