A bubble has burst,
leaving in its wake
a sea of smoke (and mirrors)...
The mind has become vacant:
it has run out of dreams
-Fate has consumed the lilac wine
that ebbed and flowed its Desires;
vindicating the heart
turning it into a lot full of spiders
that weave anew a string of Sins
-unaware of Faith's chasm-
tethered under the transcendence of its Contempts;
burning among the heat and the trenches
of the scars that disguised
the cross of a journey
- a kaleidoscope!
...open your eyes.