foregone and forgotten

night hour makes a mockery
of forgotten wisdom
resident death within life
is an ancient inevitability
(we forget that in the quest of immortality)
I pour divine wine
into a receptacle of floating waves
know this…. 
In my younger and more vulnerable years
I also gave my blood
which mingled with the earth

“violet of violence somehow fills the void”

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