Death Was Pure

When moon will wash my doors
I will come out in night
to find you in dark
and lose you in light.

Does it resonate with you
O my truth
O my pain
time has moved back.

My love whitens the shadow
of a black rose in the nakedness of waking.
Do not want to disappoint the sun
and enter into a grain.

I am the stillness and I am
the noise. Motherless I am born
in black water
of immaculate death.

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