It was midnight, the midnight tolling; it was October Thursday.
He/She came... a male or rather a female ?
He-She owned the steel shining blue of a silvery pool, he-she was a fleshing vassel going towards the sun, he-she was a ghostly presence in undistinguishes seas, he-she was the moaning of the wind, of the Southern West wind...
The universal had his-her presence, splitting the archetype into a mask of his-her own features. Focalised ivory pyramid, roseate welcome, shake of mahogany, round of senses, magma in fire, artist hands... I was erecting the statue of epidermic marble in symbiotic catharsis to his-her majesty !
Oozed in thousands atoms of atmospheric fine dust he-she owns the apotheosis of light. A male or a female ?