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