Cast away redundant thoughts,
Free my mind let me born again in careless noise.
Shelter my meandering soul,
Let me originate my own creation.

Stream of consciousness framed by twilight wind,
Reflected it's thin strokes on canvas.
Flashes of lightning illuminate passage
To the place, that never keeps signs of violence.

Show me essence of illusions,
When textures experience gladness of second birth.

Deepen my breath, I can't feel the strain
Emotions had joined into thrilling stir.
Forsaking the tenets of trite apophthegm
I look at myself through the twisted prism of guess.

Oh how am I strange to substance,
Still can't beleive I am free.

I collect small parts of pretended scene.
Gathered inlay turned to kingdom of farcical play.
Inversed images put thought in my mind
The creation is me, the creator I am.

Ethereal spirit, fulfil my daydream...
Complete my daydream...
Be my guide to the world that reflected my mind!
Hallow my shadow! Mirror my soul!

Through dense mist I behold
The appearance of my destination.
From the ashes of existence raised
Inner representation of ego.

I saw small child with sincere smile.
His clear eyes showed me the days that meant to be.
His view was so clean and untouchable
And I felt beauty of life, no longer mine...

Arrogant glance!
Why did I touch this concealed
Peace of my art.
Why did I let it appear.

Awakening from sleep...
Closing the path to my origin nature,
Dispersing the aura of fictitious stages,
Losing the mental control on creation
Restoring picturesque scenery
To withered frames.

Calmness disturbed...
I'll never forget the journey to the center of "I"!

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