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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under the spell of twilight's embrace, where shadows stretch like whispers, I find myself caught between worlds, an echo in the eternal winds. Man is out of nature and yet hopelessly bound within it, A dual existence, sewn with threads of starlight and earthly decay; We soar among constellations, thoughts ablaze with cosmic wonder, Yet housed in a vessel that pumps blood and gasps for air, This flesh a remnant of ancient waters, marked by forgotten gills. The heart's pulse and the mind's flight—two rivers that seldom meet, For how can such ephemeral dreams reside in this cage of bone? Flesh alien and burdensome, aching, bleeding, destined for decay, A wondrous paradox, the spirit's radiant glow adrift in a mortal shell, Ingrained in the tissue of our being like memories that fade and blur, A testament to both our majesty and our tragic impermanence. Our bodies, walking tombs that feel the secret doom of every breath, Aching with the knowledge of their inevitable surrender, To rot and disappear beneath a few feet of unforgiving earth, Minds that stretch towards eternity, yet anchored to the transient. Are we not both the song and the silence, the echo and the void? To stand majestically above nature, crowned with consciousness, Yet condemned to dissolution in the dark earth, to patient silence, To be a transient shimmer in the ocean of time, both immense and insignificant, A splendid entity, unique, a burst of brilliance under the stars, Yet destined, inevitably, for the quiet of the grave and silent decay. And yet, I dream, for that is our true duality—suspended in the stars, In tales woven from the breath of nebulae, we glimpse our origins, Even as we dwell in the forgotten bones of history, in the deep mouth of the earth, Torn between wonder and despair, grandeur and destruction. Under the branches of eternity, I wander and wonder, Heart heavy with the knowledge of infinite finiteness, Eyes open to the vast expanse of existence, Yet closed in silent longing for meaning beyond dust, For a whisper in the cosmos that might suggest eternal reprieve, Where starlight and shadow weave eternal destinies. Thus, in a dance of ephemeral light and lasting shadow, I embrace the melancholic magic of our fleeting presence, Finding beauty in the ephemeral, in the knowledge that even the brightest star Must yield to darkness, leaving behind a glow, A fragile, fleeting memory in the vast heavens.
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