Thousand of wounds, fault lines
run through and through the Earth.
A thousand wounds, anguish
keep ripping the soul in two.
The soul-fault line is the way:
it provides an egress for the imperfect.
Where you broke, unbreakable,
you will be perfect there once again,
And till a thousand of your wounds heal,
the Earth’s thousand wounds turn out:
into the sky volcanoes erupt,
their fire signs cast you to perfection.
11/04. 2022., by J.W. Cassandra
