I create Heaven and Hell-
The otherworldly light streaming into oblong shapes-
Alongside towering shadows-
I am the mind between birth and death-
From first to last breath, I gasp in between-
I exist between dust and sky-
Like the four winds trapped within a tunnel-
I am truth and lies-
Veiled in Argentella lace and abandoned upon the shelf-
I am a proverbial music box-
A sound, never too near nor too far-
Annihilating imposturous echoes-
To all who know me-
As infinite seeker-
I am maxim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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