Masterpiece’s Parallelism

The Earth's core is pulsating in a dull trance My body has sunk its veins deep into the ground I am the measure of a world that converges on death Fleshless being drifting at the whim of tides Reflections stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artefact of our constellation Eel of precedence-to-be wriggling within the seabed's cracks That bends at the echoes of beats of existence Torus of desire under the will of the atmosphere Concentric spirals of choking incarnation Reflections stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artefact of our constellation Orbital furrows of a fractal space deformed Ballet of void revolving in insane arabesques Caught into the labile tangents of a bubble-world With the porous membrane of a blurred screen Janus' silent supplications My universe is naught but the paradox of an eternal return Reflections stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artefact of our constellation And yet virtuality brings more than an ethereal moth's fantasy The being of radical otherness Madness is the masterpiece of humankind

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 16, 2025