Inspired by Woman Before the Rising Sun by Friedrich (1818-20)
The evening star is
an aphrodisiac of amour
de soi.
In its primal glow, the woman knows
her darkness, and her beauty, and
de-lights,
wings cra
cking through her marble shell, the
breaking of a spell
man-cast. She
lives. But too soon
owls roost; wisdom sleeps.
Today quits the cradle of humanity.
Morning casts its curse anew and
the woman is contorted into
expectation, a grotesque form
encased in stone, her heart
seems not
to beat. But
the woman merely sleeps.
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