The light. Or the Darkness. Is there a choice. Or is the choice forced upon you. Mercurial. Having vanished. A full flood of blood lifts itself. Even the most overtly secluded of us can study evil in a small attention’s grace in cups. We are impotent and changed. In an instant and absolutely. The architecture of ragweed, trauma fades but does not fade enough, and in that same moment, the moon through the long nights speaks in swords. And obsessions such as flagrant desire. You can’t have both.