95.THE CAVERN AMONG THE SPHERES OF PLATO

95THE CAVERN AMONG THE SPHERES OF PLATO

Then everything began to wrap itself, It was to bubble in the enervated and sublimated drink. From onyx to obsidian dizzyingly. I lit the onyx of the shadows, with its metal glow, I was stunned. I smelled his flint sweat, he wasn't alone, he was throbbing. I breathed the incense of light In its smooth and impenetrable borders In the faded trace of the stars and the distance.

Then everything started spinning, which is pure. To give nausea, Some spheres dragged, what is outside the cavern. The defenseless matter, the idea moved the spheres.

Then everything was left out, The poet shook. Turning some here and others further, I followed the circumferences and the jumps. And in the axis all of us, he was impressed and impressed the heavens. The shadows and the masks were only clouds or drawings among the stars. Spinning, feeling.

Come to the conviction that all people's constitutions are bad

Then everything ceased, which is pure spirit. And it was the stationary engine, where the norm is. Some of us cling, he is the creative demiurge. Something was glowing, we had no hands left. And it blinded us, that was the way out. The cavern, perfection ...