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Everything looks pure, untouched,

a dimension of harmony

where the living and non-living.

find the right balance.

The sweet flight of a butterfly

hypnotizes my sense,

for a moment I decide to be part of it.

A daydream that seems impossible

to wake up.

A sudden anxiety takes over my quiet,

necessity alters my cathartic state.

I feel the borders of my being

colliding with my body walls, diving itself,

like planets and continents finding their order

and drifting away into the universe,

reshaping the borders.

I suffocate slowly, inhaling

watt lokks a sterile

perception of existence.

Collateral Dimension

Sever the dense ever mutating noise

from the making,

the primordial sound that shaped the infinite,

collide until the end,

searching for the ancestral stillness,

the agonizing cry of creation.