Blue 4 Self-Existing Night

In solitary bliss, I feel my birth

From the still womb of blackish blue, no mirth.

Unity but splitting to ground my breath

I realize life is a type of death.

Blue 4 Night

Here is the link to the Tzolkin Themeplex for today: Blue 4 Night

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