Echoes from the Realm of Forgetting

Echoes from the Realm of Forgetting In the silent temple of my mind, a once-sacred tongue Weaves its mantle of shadows over memory's altar, Words, once whispered prayers to the gods of familiarity, Now obscure incantations lost in time's labyrinth. The river of my consciousness flows through canyons of mystery, Carrying on its waves shattered syllables and wandering letters, The language of ancestors, once elixir of ancestral wisdom, Transforms into a chimerical mirage dancing at reality's edge. I cling to invisible threads of understanding, a cosmic acrobat On the fragile rope stretched between past and present, While the vortex of eternity envelops me mercilessly, Rewriting the codex of my soul with each breath of the universe. Words metamorphose into butterflies of ephemeral light, Flying towards unknown constellations of oblivion, And I, a pilgrim lost on the paths of my own mind, Vainly seek to decipher the hieroglyphs of a language that no longer exists. In the deep crypts of my being, a mystical flame flickers, Nourished by the ambrosia of long-lost knowledge, A fragile bridge over the abyss between worlds, Like a moonbeam piercing the veil between dimensions. I am a master of a magic that unravels in the ether, Like incense smoke rising to unknown heavens, Suspended between the tangible realm and that of shadows, Where words become echoes of an unfinished cosmic symphony. In this alchemy of language transmuting into mystery, Syllables melt in the crucible of expanded consciousness, And I remain, an oracle of a tongue that transcends time, Speaking in tones that reverberate through eternity's corridors.