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Carefully picking grains of dust I wish to collect so many So I could use it to build a statue of a man And by a single breath, destroy it

Beyond the trees all gates shall seal And endless cry of ancient winds shall break the limbs of silent visitors And choirs shall speak of endless cries of dying birds But what was told was dirt and dust And silence crawled with utmost lust Escaped with heist from crystal waters Beckoning to me But all i felt was the cold rushing to my fingertips  

Bracing the feet to an unearthly ground, neglected roads of mundane Here foreign footprints were never found... Denudation of the mask of locality; Here beating of hearts melodize sound- Exposure of purity allies the thick air of sweetness to respirate no bound. No bounds or barriers No truth or false No need in carriers to spread no spoken word. The full moon of the prayers is hidden from the eye. The silhouettes whisper, the trite ray errs Every journey of the sun of suns Endless, timeless its recurrence mans intoxication of divinity indifferent lands mesmerize covertly again, towards an impeccable infinity it runs and

Magmatic foam engulfs A local apocalypse A roman tragedy Ends at the river Styx Washed away by fire A malevolent eruption The pagan town expires A cease of existence