Symmetrical Masquerade

Roaming along a reflection left undrawn
In a time-shaped projection – impalpable
We came into being within an empty breath
On the broken line where Chimaera and Medusa meet
As the symmetrical basis of a lifelike masquerade
Yet flawed from the point of dawn
Though our words hang on this illusion
We long for a horizon that has always been to come

Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare
At the cursing winds of the fixed stars
Under the arch of our cosmological vanity

At this graveyard's expectations I stare
With thoughts of an original autopoiesis
The apostate left with his secret unsolved
And from the first step of a senseless reason
We've been following the melodies of our blessed corpses

Upon the ridge of sharp cliffs, I stare
At the cursing winds of the fixed stars
Under the arch of our cosmological vanity
At this graveyard's expectations