In the end I was nothing more than
some faded meat.
My skin melted
and the explosion was fantastic.
Explosion of a scent from another cosmos
which was the result of
all that energy I have spent
years and years
of thinking.
Me and my weird ideas.
And when I did not exist anymore
my skin was melting,
liquified,
running inside the roots of the trees
and those trees starting again
the cyrcle of the same ideas
I used to have.
All in silent.
Just like me.
Strange and grotesque…. yet beautiful….
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Thank you Karima. It is truly strange and grotesque… obscure and weird… However somehow my drawings and writings always embody these elements. I guess, it is a part of me in the end..
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Seems to be deep, as deep can be… But… You forgot a lil one! Each round adding a lil variation by the primary singularity. 😉
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Thanks to the cognitive revolution man has started to think weird things and started to connect with others, which led to ecological desaster we are in nowadays, so to give back a little bit of fluid to nature, seems to me, to be the least!
Many thanks for these beautiful words:)
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Fascinating concept. — your energy nourishing the roots of new trees. Life after death. Great poem. Hope for us all.
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Really deep and black. Compliments!
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Thank you. It somehow fills up my heart knowing that other people read these lines and might see als themselves inside them.
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