Inside of me
I feel the echo
Of what will come,
The anticipation,
The lip already inclined.
And what I want is that
When you say my name,
Heaven and earth
Devour each other,
Like the scene
Of the ouroboros.
After the apocalypse,
Once the war
Of Kurukshetra is done,
At the end
Of the final battle,
After Ragnarök,
Let us restart
The foundation
Of our most secret
And radiant
New Jerusalem.
And let them say that you and i,
Wandering archangels,
Were pilgrims
And passersby,
Who dared,
Boldly, to love.
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