Beauty is the beginning of terror,
Rilke claims or concedes
Depending on which part of his being,
Beauty or terror, he is speaking
I believe terror must end in beauty
The return for sacrificing her dream

Beauty is the terror of lovemaking,
of gold and alchemist
The form may change when beaten, hit or slayed,
Even when cut in pieces,
she’s given more space
to be between,
Evading harsh gaze
Through the pain She changes

Fire purifies her chi
The sound of screaming beats her dream
Making her voice heard deep and high
Nothing penetrates her
Nothing touches her without her touching.
She is the alchemy of love and will,
reflecting war and peace the same.

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