Blessed are those who die and are reborn at every full moon Savoring the essence of the universe that sows everything Touching the matter of the soul, the one that moves, the one that stings They live a life in a second while mirroring themselves in uneasy waters that shine like 28 Venus before the dawn And in the very instant before blindness blessed are those who close their eyes to see written behind their own eyelids the glow of 28 Venus for inside and outside reflection and reflected Have always been connected