Symmetrical Masquerade

Roaming along a reflection left undrawn In a time-shaped projection - impalpable We came into being within an empty breath On the broken line where Chimaera and Medusa meet As the symmetrical basis of a lifelike masquerade Yet flawed from the point of dawn Though our words hang on this illusion We long for a horizon that has always been to come Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare At the cursing winds of the fixed stars Under the arch of our cosmological vanity At this graveyard's expectations I stare With thoughts of an original autopoiesis The apostate left with his secret unsolved And from the first step of a senseless reason We've been following the melodies of our blessed corpses Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare At the cursing winds of the fixed stars Under the arch of our cosmological vanity At this graveyard's expectations

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 16, 2025