Alchemy of the heart

Slowly browsing through the modulations of my radio, carefully listening in an attempt to decipher the static. Receiving indistinctive sounds, inconclusive in their chaotic vigor; waves upon waves scratching their way to me, dissolved into the air. Dialect of a mystical ancient madness forever forgotten in some naive past, long before we realized the concept of mixing tenses. Form of speech from a thirsty silhouette, located nowhere, existing out of time; sending me message in a bottle, a silent secret of some sort, secret told to no one, never heard by anyone. Region full only with truth beyond intellect, an essence of every religion invented by man, metaphysical axiom of existence… pursue of every true alchemist of the heart! 

Now I know that thought is no longer a thought, because it’s transformed into a feeling, deeper urge…

Smile, yours and mine;)

Natural order of things is irreversibly altered through implementation of alchemy, by transforming rust and inertial forces of time into life… life, finding its path from the breathless bottom all the way up to the breathless surface and into the heights. An everlasting sinusoid of breathtaking paradoxes, all of the bottoms and heights of oneself… inexorably splendid and marvelous by design, in their own strange ways.

And the smile always remains, as an end and beginning of things… smile, overt as it is, a doorway to our breathless souls… a soul irreversibly seduced by twisted witchcraft of the dark arts, and another thrilled by the enchantment of what can be only described as divine and pure. Corruption and innocence, creating the cupola of us, yours and mine…

The contradictions of this synergy of ours, angelic substance against an occult spirit… this moment, vast only in ecstasy, as it is… still ours, yours and mine;)