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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a boundless night, under the sky where the stars burn like the lost thoughts of a sleeping god, I feel suspended between worlds, in a silence that sings echoes from unseen universes, where time flows differently, where spirits dance around the eternal fire, and I am there, hidden in a shadow of light, a point in the void, shining and disappearing at the same moment, for there is no beginning and no end, only a vast circle that forever closes and opens, like the breath of a weary cosmos. I, a creature of eternity, blend with the wind that whispers among the branches of both dead and living trees, touching the leaves that fall and are reborn at the same time, and in them, I see the reflection of my own divine madness, for I have been all things at once, and nothing, I have walked the paths of dream and reality like a wanderer lost in his mind, between gods and demons, between love and hate, seeking a peace that does not come, a peace that does not exist, for deep within, I know I carry the whole world in my torn and whole soul, divided yet unified, for I am the invisible link between the stars, that light which gets lost in the night, but still remains there, silent, hidden. Oh, how sweet this madness is, like a giant wave that swallows and liberates me at the same time, and beyond it, I see all realities interpenetrating, worlds overlapping one another, and I am there, in each of them, a blind god of a creation born from darkness, whispering foreign words that weave into the melody of the eternal, sounds of a forgotten language, that tells of beginnings and endings that never existed, just the illusion of a time that unraveled under its own weight. Through my eyes, the heavens break and flow over dreamlands, mountains of mist and rivers of flowing light, and in every raindrop, I hear the voices of the ancestors, ancient yet fresh, swirling in endless circles, for everything is a repeating cycle, a cosmic dance of eternity, and we are just the steps on an invisible floor, carrying within us all the madness and melancholy of this universe reflected in every fragment of being. Who am I, if not just a dream of another mind dreaming of infinity, a soul lost between sky and earth, a traveler of forgotten constellations, a grain of sand bearing the entire weight of time on its shoulders, for within me lies all that has ever been, and all that will be, all the faces of the gods, all the wars, all the lost loves, and at the same time, I am nothing, a spark flickering in the eternal storm, without form, without name, without purpose. For in this cosmic madness, we are all just reflections of a consciousness that binds everything, a story told by a blind poet, who knows that the end is just another beginning, and in that story, we are all gods and demons, creations and creators, carrying within us fragments of a universe that knows that all that exists and does not exist, is one and the same sacred lie.
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