Dear Siren, only at the beach I dive into this moment to escape time.
The beach with its foaming waves is my best existential champagne.
re-emerging Temple
Fragment after fragment,
discover new concepts of existential luxury.
Melting poetry,
Some concepts enchant your blood
by turning your veins into pathways of Infinity.
Eternity-seducing explanation,
Infinity-obsessed self-innovation
Walk barefoot on your dogma
to smell your primeval beach within.
Future-design eternity,
Re-truth your mirror
to re-discover your reflection.
Not-yet-perceived fragmentism,
not-yet-understood versions of redemption
New concepts emerge to enrich my Universe
as the Library attracts hypnotic ideas of Paradise.
Hypnotic re-construction,
There is no absolute perfection
only continuous re-perfection.
Ever-evolving meaning of the Orphic Egg,
at the edge of the Theory of Everything