You could feel the dark harbouring in the Air,
Yet my mind and soul were in eternal tempest and unrest,
The fire of the eternal conspiracy seemed to be endless,
So many vices and distractions under the guillotine of time,
Caught between spheres of duality and spiritual scorn.
As symbols and absurdism burn at the gates of twilight,
At this moment absurdism and madness became my way out of the labyrinth of thoughts,
Bitter transparency seems to reflect the filth of condescending reality,
In a soulless place where the shadows and ashes of the past reign,
I meet you burning and tormented at the end of your road.
Bringing visions from the other side,
You move from soul to soul...city to city... trying to find your darkening gnosis,
Soon your fears and escapism make you your own villain,
The gardens of memory are always tarnished and hidden,
Always fighting a philosophical and psychological war with the unknown.
The shattered mirror of yesterday always staring at you in discontent,
As ancient pictures twist and burn upon the doors of silence,
Why should you be sublime to ignorance and mortal hubris?
Having ascended to such evil heights you want to transcend,
And Thus the Gods were born out of reflection and mental dread.
Armed with the sword of truth and fate you become the Promethean light to those blind,
Not all your saints are housed in places of worship and faith,
After all we are the dark electricity between isolation and the unknown,
In the island of my visions I never loose sight of what is to come. © John Restrepo
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