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.: SPYRALS :.
Unbreakable spyrals of time:
our occasion and our cage,
inside a mortal life
-perceived as endless-,
to overcross our limit.
Immortal is our behaviour:
we don't love today,
for we can do it tomorrow;
no will to solve our troubles,
we can do it later.
Immortal is our vision,
for tomorrow is another day,
and yesterday
has already been erased.
Shattered pieces of the Key
in our past,
and an undefined road
in front of us.
Spyrals of time
devouring, chewing our dignity;
and tossed from ascetism
to coldest indifference,
everyday we plasmate
our masks of God.
There's never been something
as educative as death seems to be:
just when we approach it
we get a Self-seeing,
and to wish immortality
is just a way to admit
our weakness
and our inability to choose
the priority of each moment.
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