Channel of light

The channel of light scars.
It hides its shadow.
Releases the coagulated ruby
and follows its motto.
The spaces
which freed the being
close.
In a tide of times.

The magic circle will come again
to bloat the air,
of sweet happening.
In the spacious bed.

Pain will again
will take communion with the delight.
Red will draw the line
of the secret patch.

And to the lost liquid
will follow the expansive
molecule of mystery.

© María Celeste Jordán

María Celeste Jordán writes from Argentina, and took part with this poem of the first Heptagrama poetry contest.

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