Simon Ashcroft on Nostr: Obsidian. Hard, more than razor sharp, black. I would take the obsidian blade of ...

Obsidian. Hard, more than razor sharp, black. I would take the obsidian blade of night to reference harsh, black loneliness, even despair, Michelle (npub1dsd…l2mp).

Yet, you find a form of sacred companionship, passion (fire) filled, to dispel that. The cold numbness is replaced, at which point you realise, it was the void of night, though painful, which shredded your defences (flayed) before that altar.

Well, I think that is what you mean...