Becoming wolverine,
to find the mutant gene.
What I wanted was, to find
a companion.
You had moved on―
reviving the ontogeny.
Struggling with your mystery,
a god changes his norm.
Always― failed to know
myself, there was a nagging
question. Why? You accept
and then mutilate the new born faith.
The animal instinct rises to hate―
your own species for liberation.
I dare not to confess
the role of flesh in blaming the spirit.
A crisis renews the
holiness to hide behind
the words of a current avatar.
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Author:
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