duende

You want life presented to you? A crystal plate of petit-fours to munch in cute little crumbless nibbles? Here! I toss it from you!

I see your mouth! A gaping hole of fangs feeding on life's wound. This mouth of wounding tells all, yawns open, revealing insatiable depth.

The narrow way is made a broad highway. No path exists now, no path at all. No path but the rich dark blood gushing from each pounding of the heart. This can be trusted! This and only this! This life arising from fierce darkness, of mystery, of being.