Material life (Super-action)

There was a time that was all there was.
It was an ideal of ravine.
Antonymia of the fury,
Love to show itself,
Recounting fittings,
Motives and senses once lost.
Supreme Strike,
Substantial Proof of the Divine,
Our Faith,
Free from Guides and Rabbis.
He discovered the kingdom in his own kingdoms.
He saw himself, was refreshed, and found
Himself in what was made known.
On the life that is left
Could not to lie, the lie.
Nor to cures platonic loves
In a Homeric transaction.
He remained alive in the legends,
Rediscovered in the myths.
In maritacas and parakeets.
Even the animals, they do not
Exchanges the said for the unsaid.
In this, there solemn mystery.
Just another whim.
Never was the apparent drapery.
He thow down all plumage and
Reveal the true image.
Valleys through many landscapes,
Hostels  of jellyfishes.
Discover something better
While yet is comming.
The reluctant fog,
Of this collage of cuts, disappeared.
Right there, after that austere hill.