I have seen the wars of destruction.

The long grip and translucent shadow.

I have witnessed its growth, without

And within me, its birth is an easy one, every time.

 

It is an inherent demon, born across your heart,

A heavy one with long fingers, a-twisting.

I chose to amputate the pest weeds across my muscular organ.

I steered myself, outer and inner, toward

 

The ever-glistening shores of creation.

I reconstruct what has been torn apart.

I orchestrate re-births, revolutions, I approach

Vicious circles with scissors and new earth.

 

I believe in regeneration because I’ve seen death and decay.

I believe in the spirit because I’ve witnessed the body in action.

I turn everything into gold that you hand to me, to combat me,

I’m entering a garden, of letters and sentences and images

 

Where your rot becomes a seed healed, a seed reoriented,

Redefined and cared for, a thing facing its own light.

I nourish demonised creations, watering them, cleansing them,

So that they finally see their human face and acknowledge different ways.

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“Portrait einer jungen Frau mit direktem Blick zum Betrachter” by Simon Glücklich (1863-1943)

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