Dear Siren, some insatiable feeling is haunting me to my very core.
Madly, deeply, wildly.
Forbidden blossom,
Fragment after fragment,
Infinity loves ever-expanding concepts of you.
Melting time,
Is your mirror your predator?
Is your mirror your prey?
not-yet-discovered stairs
Infinity is an ever-transforming work of art.
Infinity loves different versions of Truth-design.
Plutonian Labyrinth,
This world is a fragmented mirror
reflecting the transcending You.
Ever-expanding exhibition,
Infinity loves the perfume
of fallen provocative wings.
Silent artist,
Close deeply your eyes, inhale something of liberation
that will never be tamed.
Not-yet-emerged fragments of existence,
not-yet-understood re-construction