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A guide suspended by the thread of time offers itself
A guide suspended by the thread of time offers itself, Where the soul clothes us in garments of flesh and beginnings. The filigree of words breathes on the parchment of eternity, intertwines, Speaks of sunsets as embraces of gods falling into sin, Of celestial concerts, where the wings of dawn fade into shades of oblivion. Of bursts of laughter woven like secret torrents from deep within the earth. Of love, of the nebulae of the heart stretching over an infinity of realities. But the guide to live it—routes lacking the breath of life, Like maps to a continent of the soul, born from mist and dreams. The brochure, like an oracle, speaks in whispers of shadows dancing on walls, And of failures, perhaps like frosty days taking root. Death is but a signature, a nail placed in the wall of fate. We wander through the odyssey of words, seeking the essence, a candle to burn in the darkness of uncertainty, A guiding star to wrest us from the march of clay puppets and breath. And we find, finally, serene upon the scriptural horizon line: "The realm you build is yours—beyond the gate of beginnings, time is a river without bridges."
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