The sacred feeling ⁣⁣
the universe in your eyes⁣⁣
The feeling of self a haze⁣⁣
But a boundless connection to infinity⁣⁣
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It comes, it lifts, then fades away,⁣⁣
A fall that stretches, in disarray⁣⁣
Theories of life ripped away⁣⁣
All instincts devoid of creativity⁣⁣
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The sacred feeling⁣⁣
the moon in my eyes ⁣⁣
From my room’s window⁣⁣
I feel the celestial grace, a moment⁣⁣
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I carry out the punishment of writing⁣⁣
Words and thoughts, struggles igniting⁣⁣
It all has to be excavated out of extinction⁣⁣
It all has to be brought back from its grave⁣⁣
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The sacred feeling is astray⁣⁣
The spiritual torture so vast⁣⁣
that the vocal cords lose its power⁣⁣
I speak an impossible speech⁣⁣
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Listening becomes my only responsibility ⁣⁣
The futility of all that I have said becomes clear⁣⁣
The uselessness of all that I have created⁣⁣
comes to light, the vision was always blind⁣⁣
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So when speech returns ⁣⁣
a conscious choice arises⁣⁣
The artist’s voice is veiled in a curse⁣⁣
In this silence, any new creation dissolves, ⁣⁣
a universe reversed into its silhouetted home ⁣⁣