Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection The Creator’s shadow by a foot mind

A strong voice with a languishing inflection and sometimes deep howling, alarmed and powerful…

This is probably how a Man was born, twisted by reality who immediately tested his produced and still bare nerve…

Among blue-gray clouds of mysterious haze coming from hard rocks which have yet not cooled down his scared eyes looked intimidated and wild, and everything inside him was boiling from cold and fear…

Cold boiling waves ready to swallow him up were making noise in his head, indifferently and masterfully…

The sky was threateningly throwing red-hot lightning…

Clouds were covering rose-colored sky, not cooled off from blazing stars…

His hands were shivering from cold and animal fear, his pale pitiful face was covered by the huge Moon…

Only the staunch emerald fern was making noise under the wind, covering this fright and itself…

Monstrous snakes and enormous creatures were hissing menacingly…

A still slack hand was brokenly gripping a cold stone…

Looking back and fearing his own shadow he was toiling himself along into unfamiliar hazy expanses which would never end through thousands years of darkness and pain, anger and hatred towards his likes, of love and death…

He was walking there where the Creator’s hand pointed him, perhaps into the dusty nowhere, into infinite deserts and fear…

He was already also responsible for the future and for a newborn crying in this guileful strange World of his likes….

His mind will carry him yet further to that expanse which he has never previously reached and would never reach…

Precursor of sufferings and punishments, good and evil, temporal and eternal…

Blood shed with and without guilt, for just and unjust deaths, for everything that his heart can bear…

Later, when He leaves again…

When the night and heavy darkness come down…

Ice-cold waters will cover the ash-grey lifeless earth and the shadow of this superhuman tearing music will rush further away into the universe’s depth in order to awake the cosmic plasma of fire which will start everything from the beginning…

Only this ubiquitous shadow will be the last one to leave this once raging paradise of human consciousness and the aroma of blossoming roses…

Farewell Man…

Farewell lifeless earth which has not sprouted anything age-old or good…

Farewell cooled down clods of nerves on tired human hands…

Farewell died out unfortunate human mind….

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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