E tenebris Lux venit
While the night mourned within,
dark drops crawled down my white flesh.
Night butterflies had grown in my hair,
as I strummed godly vibrations,
on the rays of the Moon,
with blisters in my soul,
and fingers bared of flesh,
with Autumn on my lips,
and flakes of light on my wings.
I would soon change skin.
The cross would bear a new body,
the same blood,
the same mind,
possessed by rays fallen captive,
through the same
third eye.
Heal the wounds
of the Moon,
when skin is tarnished by so many
black holes,
with the universe,
in one’s eyes,
when lights spin
vibrations of a sphere
near its twilight...
On iced alleys,
I had been seeking
footprints of the soul.
The Light-Bearer scolded me gently,
aware that I knew not
the shape, the smell
of human traces.
I had crossed the mirror to meet myself,
the core of my galaxy,
dripping within the shadows’ cosmos,
newly born,
spiraling particles of darkness
and blue
in the green eyes
of the Angel-Star.