In the Realm of Poetic Existence
In the realm of poetic existence, we walk… you and I. The realm of poetic existence; ah….what a place to be in! An unfamiliar home. A universe where words leap in the wind of imagination, wiggle and juggle, and dance upon the precipice of meaning.
Come, dance with me, my friend, and let us, together, embark on a journey beyond the confines of prosaic discourse.
Like a flame igniting the darkness, Poesy reveals the hidden depths of our being, beckoning us, to transcend the shackles of the conventional. And here, I beckon thee to take my hand, and wander… together, through this labyrinth of imagination, embracing the beauty that lies within us; an enigmatic beauty, hitherto unknown.
Amidst the chaos of existence, Poesy stands alone. Can you see her? Like the dancing God of annihilation. She can destroy and create. She can transform. She can unravel the mystery of being. She… Look! how serenely she stands in the Square of City of Poetic Existence… grandiose, enshrined in the ephemeral tapestry of language.
And now that we are here, in Poetic Existence, a new birth, let us, my friend, gaze upon the world anew, with a poet’s eyes — unbound by the limitations of banal sounds we thrust at each other every day.
Consider the delicate petals of that rose. Just look at them. No. Merge. Merge with…
