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Harvest moon

I donated my blood to the pot

after carefully collecting it.

I now reap its crazy fruits,

who dance with lightning,

sing to the wind,

refuse to cooperate.

Some protest when I roar,

saying my cycles overwhelm them.


What overwhelms in fact

is the missing justice.

Acrylic on canvas.

20 cm x 20 cm.