Strange Art World

The Fracture of Time, the Dissolving Second

In darkness, light runs backward,
the ancient hourglass stops spinning—
moments split into countless spirals,
future and past melt together at once.

My veins are ripples of Chronos;
my breath slices the time‑axis,
leaving “now” to dive into a gray sea of memory.

Love wavers with the rhythm of energy;
its pulse flows from past to future,
the lover’s face reflected in another world’s mirror—
their existence dissolves and is reborn simultaneously.

The clock hands run in reverse;
time dances as a nonlinear wave—
we inhale that rhythm,
burning moments within our bodies.

Finally, before the fracture of time swallows me,
I hold one thing left—
the heat and madness of “now.”

Encrypted Atmosphere, Anonymous Orbit

The sand‑like rocks swallow light,
stardust stains black obsidian,
the sky converses in infrared—
its words even lack “existence.”

Our breath sparks an unknown chemical reaction,
footprints resonate with the speed of light,
time and space overturn.

Atmosphere is a liquid mirror;
shadows dance upside down.
Water vapor rings metallic tones,
wind ripples as transparent electron waves.

In the void, creatures lurk—
their eyes surpass light speed,
communicating solely through color and shape.

The surface gleams like a polished mirror,
the cosmos mocks our presence,
yet that mockery is silent affection—
the unknown planet stretches into our inner self.

The Rhythm of Darkness, The Silent Song

Sliding into the depths where light cannot reach,
water swallows sound away.
The fish exhales a silver shadow,
its tail slices not waves but time itself.

The abyss throbs with rhythm;
spinning particles of light spiral,
moving faster than a heartbeat,
reversing our breath.

Its eyes are obsidian mirrors,
expanding infinitely,
devouring everything seen,
then casting it back into the water.

Feelers carry electric waves,
the currents play music.
The deep‑sea fish sings a silent song,
its melody reverberates through darkness,
speaking truths beyond human hearing.

The Enchanted Labyrinth, The Infinite Mirror

Time warps, space solves puzzles
and beckons us into the Wonderland.
Trees speak in words, walls play music,
shadow‑born creatures exhale laughter.

A city of mirrors reflects endlessly;
walkers confront alternate selves.
Stairs spin counter‑clockwise, doors open then seal,
time is etched not by clocks but by flowing droplets.

“Magic” betrays reality;
“Common sense” vanishes like desert sand.
Here darkness and light coexist simultaneously,
awakening the dormant dreams within our hearts.

The traveler keeps asking—
Is this world truly wondrous?
Or merely a mirage in the mirror we ourselves craft?

The Dance of Endings, The Breath of Rebirth

The flesh is a stone in the desert;
the soul echoes the wind.
Life is a fleeting flame,
death turns that flame into vapor.

Blood reflects light,
the heart lies—claiming to beat forever.
Breath is a double helix: one side lives, the other fades.

Time mirrors itself,
past and future exist simultaneously,
and living hands cradle withered buds.

Death is not an ending but a window to a new beginning—
the soul soars into infinite space,
while the body, in silence, breathes anew.

The Curtain of Darkness Sways Light

The sweetness of sugar mingles with rot,
the damp air envies breathing itself.
Fireflies at the tips of branches
slice through darkness with countless fingertips.

Wind dances between trees,
the plates of leaves brush a water surface—
a sacred rhythm of decay,
blood running from roots to sky.

Moonlight turns into ultraviolet,
night‑colored moss is softer than human skin,
wrapping the naked body in its embrace.

Insects chatter,
trees listen closely,
shouting “life.”
Yet that voice is destructive,
filled with the corrosion of love.

Rain falls as tears,
melting into the earth.
Water rises to the sky again,
turns into air, and awakens new life anew.

The Garden of Gulping Eyes

Water droplets glide across the green plates,
their surfaces gleam like mirrors.
At the instant of touch, sharp claws extend,
capturing tiny lives.

They tear through the veil of night,
conversing with firefly flames.
“The eat,” whispers the leaf’s outline,
becoming a obsidian blade that swallows light and devours darkness.

After the cicadas’ cry fades away,
a green tongue slowly unfurls,
sucking in air, then spewing blood‑like liquid.

Its mouth opens infinitely,
absorbing the souls of living beings,
and births new colors.
Leaves stained with crimson tears burn at dawn’s break.

The Iron Serpent Cutting the Night

Light streams as tears from windows,
and the city’s skeleton dissolves into stardust.
Glass scales absorb darkness,
splitting night with a mirror‑shining fang.

Smoke‑colored clouds hug shoulders,
grasping gravity and dreams simultaneously.
Each tower becomes a pulsing vein,
electricity runs through it, mimicking a heartbeat.

Footsteps echo on steel floors,
people climb infinite stairs,
confronting themselves.
Their gaze is deeper than mirrors,
becoming windows that reflect the soul.

At dawn red light races across,
steel muscles stretch and release a trembling vibration,
shaking the world.
It dances between destruction and creation—
the colossal orchestra called the city.

The Fingers That Rip the Threads of Time

Firelight cuts through darkness,
stone footprints etched into time itself.
Civilization buds in the desert,
empires slumber upon stardust.

Words turn to wind,
paper dries like blood.
A mirror reflects its own image,
yet truth hides behind a shadow within it.

Science awakens infinity,
the universe laughs at us.
The spark of nuclear fire links light and darkness,
hope resonates with destruction.

We create ourselves,
and in doing so we consume.
The past is an unfinished poem,
the future an unreleased melody.

The Darkness Embracing Two Shadows

The man is a steel wall,
the woman a water‑surface mirror.
When they meet, light and darkness mingle.

Shoulders align,
wind dances in two colors,
voices to ears beat in separate rhythms.

Desire is both a burning flame
and a gentle rain.
They seek each other’s missing parts,
each fragment absorbs the light.

Love is the moment two souls unite,
and share the pain together.
Its crystal shines in darkness,
filled with the world‑shaking instability.

The Brush That Splits the Infinite Canvas

Color is a fragment of language,
shape is the shadow of emotion.
Art dances between darkness and light,
embracing destruction and creation simultaneously.

The tip of the brush is a soul’s flame,
the paper a boundless mirror.
Observers plunge themselves into its layers,
reconstructing themselves in the process.

Music is the wave of air,
the stage a labyrinth of time.
All are one chaotic whole,
each speaking a different truth.

Art expels both healing and destruction,
joy and anguish at once.
And it invites us on an endless journey,
a limitless canvas trembling between darkness and light.