Torn away from the breast of primordial
again, I closed the circle inside the circle.
A fading swing through tenderness
is cut by the reason stone.
And again - life joy
is pushing me towards devil-burning eyes.
Involuntarily, the tide is climbing towards the full moon
while the train thieves the planet from her arms.
The misapprehension is revealed by deceived love.
Learn by the immortality of the lizards
that lunge through life.
Again the blue rose is detached
from the eternal youth spring
because of the deluded shadow
that sleepily stroked her petals.
Copyright © Maximilian G. Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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