The Moral Limit

Sojourn at the Astrals

Bracing the feet to an unearthly ground

neglected roads of mundane

Here foreign footprints were never found...

Denudation of the mask of locality;

Here beating of hearts melodize sound-

Exposure of purity allies

the thick air of sweetness to respirate no bound.

No bounds or barriers

No truth or false

No need in carriers

to spread no spoken word.

The full moon of the preyers 

is hidden from the eye.

The silhouettes whisper, the trite ray errs

Every journey of the sun of suns

Endless, timless

its recurrence mans

intoxication of divinity

indifferent lands

mesmerize covertly again,

towards impeccable infinity it runs

and the eternal stories, in mind-full of thoughts, it ends 

Inf.

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