Seven is Dinner Time

There was a time, in my life, a time when lucidity was a mere morning, a mere light, with only one focus.

But,

today,

lucidity is the morning star,

the void,

the static radio silence.

I know too well

that my heart feels different,

like a heart that has died

many times, yet living, on.

Could I maybe try to kill this

heart, cut off the supply of blood,

Drown myself in this glory.

No wonder the Holy

Grail flows

endlessly.

Blood is a gateway.

Listen to the drop of my blood,

See how you understand all things,

become one with me.