Feeding the Eclipse

By Aesmah

On Walking off the Horizon

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On the other side, from their inner trip, they resurged awake

In a dead world made of truth, where all around seems fake

Giant frozen vortex splits the mighty sky

Threatening the space and emptiness nearby

Cold, flows from the core, falls to the ground

All burning roots, expanding around

New elements arise, impacting each other

Attracting every eye to a dance of matter

The cold wind makеs the crimson rock shiver

Deformеd faces seem to take shape in the river

Trees, let flow their blood, bring color to the riverside

The dyed current bursts, growing beyond the banks

New elements arise, impacting each other

Attracting every eye to a dance of matter

Spreading to the horizon, it blurs every landmark. Slowly pervading the soil, sinuous tracks emerge from the dark

Long sand banks form through the coagulated stretch, Perpetually changing as the mud streams flow

The liquid sandy branches twist around themselves, Seemingly drawing painful shapes over the dunes

Burning sand rising up

Erupting in the sky

Forming long blazing arks

Building up an abstract frame

A bridge has been formed, born from the smoldering dust drops

Shadows are walking toward the fiery cloud

Swallowed by the mouth of a distant lifeless shroud

The shadows are massing together, creating a living black sphere

Lost shades are falling into the black hole

Sucked by the giant marble, feeding the eclipse

Drained from their energy, turned into thin dead beads, They rain down all around, twirling as the cloud bleeds

Essence of souls is diffused through the drape

Giving life to the still moving landscape

Everything is submerged by dark water

Fragments of ghosts are still dropping deeper

Emptied by their old persistent black sun

Drowning into their resurgent own land

From the chaos to the fire

Glowing ambers become brighter

Like a million lost golden flies

They want to find again their eyes

Twirling at the mercy of the new elements

The shiny moths are searching for clear connection

A link to escape this lucid dream unfolded

These anomalies don't belong to any world