Blood Nature


The dark night
was becoming impatient
to give birth to new moon at the sunset,
when you wanted to find,
the meaning of the curse
of killing the light.

Why did you see
a beast in me mirrored
in you once? The restive
stars were reflecting your face.
You will not go against
the will of the sky.

In meditation, you had
discovered the opal, the truth
of the ripened age.

I do, what I didn't
want to do. Open the door
again, to receive the
final assault.

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Blood Nature