The Logic of the Soul

Does anyone yet understood the Logic of the Soul?

And when Cosmos;
all shimmering from dreamvisions;
with the brush touch the azure tail of that falling star
that sails:
trying to knit
those platinum threads of the meaning
those sidewalks of Birth, (non)Living and Death
to spread that dust
of many lives in one
of many faces in one eye
of many glare in only one sparkle
of delusional saffire eclipses…
But, here,
after I’ve walked
by all those paths of the Moon
of Passed Future
with the Cosmos I sow the words with the fingers of Present
and see how noisy could it be
the falling of Jasmin milky petals on the surface
of all those huge
blue, purple, lazul, green water,
how quiet it could sound the most intensive scream
of children amazement of those forgotten values,
how wonderful could be only Dying
if you, even for a Moment;
regardless the Time
truly Lived,
and how horrible it is
when neither in the dreams you became
the way your Impulse dance
creating the axel of Awakening…
how the absence of your thoughts
sacrally glow in the dark and makes the dawns of Birth
of all those asleep, sacrificed lips,
spill on the ashes of words,
when they gather in tiny particles…
of accidental merger of nonbided Words…
And just certain Flame of Bloodstream:
Awaken by the Crimson of Life
Appends on the words that didn’t find the path
from the Heart, over the lips till dying of Light
by the note system of Ancientfuture
by witch the notes;
conceived with the Energy;
reflect with the incomprehensible order,
but…

 

Does anyone yet understood the Logic of the Soul?

 

 

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