Gently the invisible strength overrides penetrating every bone.
The desire was not seeking, it was emitting a gloss.
Fierce truth was reverberating.
Only the mind was alert, flesh was hissing.
An intense light knived my sadness,
death wish it was a legend,
I went into a process.
A quietness catching all the voices of disharmony.
Word by word vocabulary filtered in my heart.
Priests were prophesying doom.
Instant attention gave a passage,
uncontaminated,
closer to the truth.
Gloom was glorified.
Scissors had done their job,
few will remember the designs.
I should now think of a golden sunset.
