Enter the ascension feed, modern mystical poetry that branches out weekly as reality bends and the muse goes galactic—original poems and translations you can feel, sing, and return to, no footnotes required.
A new wound
heals
the old wound
in theory
but the old is remembered
as loss
and the new wound
turns old
requiring the feeling
of a blade
to remember how God
left it abandoned
and 'cos otherwise
it would not know it
exists.
