Adversus Solem Ne Loquitor

trees exploited nature's intervals
stabbing septic changes into the earth
gradually peeling hell through

morality remained composed
cleaning the blood off Angels robes

she stood on the fluctuating ground
imbalanced with contentment
watching from a sheltered distance
as the ground prepared to combust

transfixed on the spectacle
her eyes tore pieces off irregular dimensions

emptying matter into piles of un-functioning organs

she collapsed, when symmetry interrupted

gravity orchestrated psychotic shrieks inside her head

with misplaced vengeance

everything became blood soaked
then she was blinded
by the sunrise she had not expected

(title translated from Latin: don't speak against the sun)