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The path to heaven is lined with bloody verses. The ziggurat serves as a symbol of this journey, whether it expands or narrows as it ascends. The perception of space-time is merely an illusion. The "poetic" text cannot be taken literally. Everything is a metaphor, words lose their semantic determinations and become a fluid flow of sound energy and new alchemical significance. The images then become a visual painterly mirror of this process.

"Ziggurat of bloody verses
your footprints in the sea
harden at the summit
you're neither god nor brother nor wrath
you trample on the earth turn graves
your faith terrifies me
symbol of rays and path
terraces of the ziggurat besieged
wild beasts with emotions
literalness destroys imagination"

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