Sacrificium Intellectus

The collapse of an old thought
The dementia of a new beginning
Flowers bathe in color and spirits
Our chromosomes transcend death,
always on the verge,
Radiating with perfection.

Symbolic death - Turbulent transition
I have become what I am

Through the stretch passage
A bronze lady-jar pours soul streams
onto our foreheads, and assures us
decisions are mere canoe trips
towards a waterfall of non-sense

And I wonder how many galaxies fit in your eyes?
Sacrificium Intellectus

Leaking Jars, the faithful pour their deeds on
Leaking Jars, sinners wash their sins on
Leaking Jars, no garden ever springs from
Leaking Jars, bored sailors never sink on
Leaking Jars, thirst does never cease from
Leaking Jars, rest your mind at ease on