Fleeting Wor(l)ds

Unperfect Inflexible Incomplete
She wanders the corners of her own realm
Of her realm of shadows
Of her realm of chaos
She dives deeper
In her lying torments

Unperfect Inflexible Incomplete
Ready for the big mystery

Her soul crumbles
From laugh
To cry

Her soul splashes
From light
To tears

Her soul distorts
Proud and secret
In the fierce world

Mutable she leaves behind
Her ancient lives
Variable she atomizes her rotting matters
She quits
Old memories of dying fears

Transformed Freed Reborn
By the immutable and unchanged Earth

Her soul then shifts
Without shadow nor masks
Her soul shifts
In the dark lights world

Invisible ones living in the shadow
Demanding ones living in the depth
Necessary ones revealing fears

New
She unfolds her purification
Deep down
She frees her ancient wars

Radical to her heart
She would almost drown
In her scared wrath
In her fragile doom
She utterly plunges
In her radiating pain

Bathed Transcended Sublimed
By the Styx

Her soul then arises
Above the worlds
From the deeper depth to the endless heaven
From the darker to the lighter
Her soul then arises through her own heart

Metamorphosed Transfigured Revolutionized
By the Olympus

Finally luminescent
She burns her other face
She wipes out her past
She blooms her fight
She reveals her secret
She shares her mystery
Master of her own return
Alchimist of her own reborn

Imploded Magnetic Intense
By the self-destructible fire
Of her twilight soul

Justine T.Annezo – November, 5th 2022 – GTM+1