Your poetry is unlike anything I've ever read before. It's full of intrigue, an ambiguity that I can't help but admire. I see the category as nature, yet I like how you brought in the example of the conversation between the repentant and the priest. Like in a confessional. Being on time for death? Does this insinuate a coming storm, the clouds covering the moon. The absence of something.

So thought-provoking!

I was a big fan of you, before you got popular! And I'm glad you keep on posting poems.
I agree with MarryAnne, I read your poetry and read again, and every time I do that, I interpret your writing in a whole different way.

The conversation between the priest and repentant made me think this poem is about "god", or a high power that this "cult" has faith in. The cult that moves in circle - that never changes? You mean by that, all religions?
The veil, I thought you were talking about the sky, or space, or whatever we will be able to discover through the years.

So, what I got from this poem is that someday, we will discover the mystery around us, and we will unravel the ugly side of death, unable to pretend there's an after life anymore.
Yeah, I feel this is about a day all humans stand face to face with the whole truth.
I like the way your poetry makes me think.

Just one suggestion, I guess if you use less dots, it would be easier to read. Unless of course it was intentional, and I had no idea. I just felt better punctuation would help us interpret your words more. :)

Beautiful poetry as always.