In the labyrinth of cosmic intricacies,
an inner design defies the logic of minds,
attempting to stroll upon the ethereal fabric
of black holes, where reason stumbles in awe.
Rebellion emerges as the cosmic key,
unveiling truths hidden in the shadows
of received opinions, a door swinging wide
to truths whispered by the cosmic winds.
A mysterious “something” wields a wand,
spinning tales within the tapestry of constellations,
an eternal presence observing the cosmic ballet,
the rise and fall of beings, mountains, and lands.
Matter transforms into the frozen music of stones,
Pythagoras’ ancient melody echoing through time,
each stone a note in the grand symphony,
resonating through the cosmos in silent cadence.
Art becomes the footprint of a soul’s journey,
imprinting the cosmic canvas with hues
of emotions and thoughts, a dance
that loses its rhythm without the soul’s touch.
No soul, no footprint, only shifting sands,
where glitterati and flash light grains
replace the vibrant imprints of creative expression,
a desolate landscape devoid of artistic echoes.
In the topsy-turvy world of this surreal realm,
inside-out policemen, dogs, cats, and cars
create a whimsical ballet of absurdity,
three-dimensional topology reduced to a mere doorknob.
Poetics unveils itself as the study of soul graphics,
a journey of the scribble that transcends meaning,
exploring the intricate patterns woven
by the whims of imagination and cosmic whimsy.
Welcome — I’m glad you’re here.
Journeys and Star Gazing 