In a world of words, where fear does not hide, perhaps nothing is concealed in shadow
In a world of words, where fear does not hide, perhaps nothing is concealed in shadow,
I search for a code that unravels as I seek it, and I search for myself in the deep story,
Until the story begins to seek me, a poem like a cipher that pretends to be deciphered,
And words are the only place where we intentionally lose ourselves, in their unending dance.
Yet, it slips through, but no, it tightens, no, it was never there, you never knew it,
And you will write it again and read it again and forget it again, in the eternal, uninterrupted circle,
The code constantly changes, but you have already begun, but there is no beginning, no beginning exists,
In the silence of thoughts, I lose myself in a search, a journey through the unending labyrinth.
Each step is a question, and each answer transforms into a new enigma,
I head towards a horizon of signs and symbols, a dance of letters in paradigm,
Where every word is a note that reverberates in the depths of my soul,
I wonder if the beginning is just an illusion, a starting point I cannot always see.
In this stream of consciousness, I always return to the same question: where do I find myself?
And if the answer is nowhere, if it's just an echo of our desire, I live continually searching,
In this boundless meditation, I let the words flow like a river of thoughts, without end,
To carry me beyond what I know and don't know, to a place where no beginning or end exists.
Perhaps true poetry is not in the words written, but in the spaces between them, in their silence,
An unwritten code that can never be deciphered, a mystery that binds us in longing,
An eternal present in which I find and lose myself alike, traveling unceasingly,
And thus, in the universe of words, I continue to search, dreaming, loving, meditating without end.
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Dan Enache
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