The Apotheosis Of My Illusions

The Apotheosis Of My Illusions

The apotheosis of my illusions
When I pretend to conform to absurd customs
Laying in an algid iron cage while I dream of freedom
Trying to protect the essence of myself
I cling to my excessive determination
And once I release my scream of despair
I become an ethereal creature
Surrounded by glistening stars
Gracefully I embrace my griefs
Since I am made of my own dreams and anguishes
Silently I compose my chant of foolishness
Letting the oblivion fooling me
Forgetting about who I am
I become aware that eternity strokes my soul
As I detach from the material finiteness
All my senses melt like snowflakes
As soon as I become part of the sublime
Unwinding my dreams and avoiding all the chains
I attempt to disentangle myself from my illusions.
Esther Racah

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