in every mirror,
lies the alternate illuminated by
our direct greeting between
ourselves and them

once night falls behind, its divided into two.

one with the moon singing to you,
bringing the colors of natural fluorescence into view.

while the other amplifies your past lives
filled with the crimes against your
truest divinity of who you were
and who you could be

once the sun arises,
the clarity of your inner eyelids
sees the sanctity of femininity,
and humanities desperate need of tranquility
only from the trinity of God’s love
that creates trueness in its infinity
of the mother
sister
and their related divinities.