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On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber
On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber, The hourglass of eternity pours its sand over my inert body. The mirror of the sky leans over, a cosmic eye scrutinizing my essence. On my skin, runes dance, tattoos of destiny engraved by gods, I try to read them, but I'm blind to the astral alphabet. Their meaning melts like incense smoke in the temple of consciousness. A divine lightning pierces the veil of reality, a probe of divine light, I struggle in the net of existence, my soul - a silver fish in the ocean of infinity. Sacred blindness tears me from my bodily shell, I become pure ether. Memories awaken, iridescent serpents hissing in my troubled mind, I fall into the abyss of awakening, a chasm between the material and spiritual world. Am I chosen by astral entities or reborn on the sacred table of transformation? Exposed as a living offering on the altar of the merciless universe, Fear crystallizes my essence into jewels of pure anguish. Then, from the depths, the sacred spring of words gushes forth. Poetry becomes my magical cloak, a shield against primordial chaos, My enchanted wand weaves realities from threads of falling stars. I am a magician of the verb, an alchemist transmuting suffering into lyrical gold. Since then, I write ceaselessly, spells weaving the fabric of reality, Each verse - a prayer that heals the wounds of the cosmic soul. Poetry is my initiatory path, a road to enlightenment in the labyrinth of existence.
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