I,
Parallel universe,
In his creations,
Of introversa creatura,
In these dubious confabulations,
Polymorphic wills in time,
Secreting individualities.
I,
Multifaceted hominality,
In their stormy paths,
Looking at the adjacent lull,
Under glass looks,
Consistent morbid visions,
Blurs of Courage,
On the screen of life.
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To me, this is like opening of a brand new dimensions of intellectual projections. So lovely. Parallel universe / In his creations / Of introversa creatura, Consistent morbid visions / On the screen of life.