lauantai 28. kesäkuuta 2025

AT THE END OF THE SUMMER DAY

Gathering clouds prophesy rain
from the entrails of the sacrificed Sun;
they grow ominous, a self-fulfilling
divination, while the Sun
is being reborn beyond the horizon,
in the West among the dead.
Soon the rain will wash away
all but the spilled blood
on our screens.

28.06.2025

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