And for the temple I struggled to create
a statue on this rock: my body,
to place it naked, and to spend my life
to spend my life and never die
and I created it. And people, latest worshipers
before the wooden statues badly dressed
felt the thrill of anger and fear’s shiver
and saw the statue and I as combatants.
And they thrashed the statue and sent me to exile.
And to the foreign lands I led my steps
yet before it I offered a strange sacrifice
I dug a hole and deep into it I buried my statue.
And I whispered to it: “unseen spend your days
along with the roots and ancient ruins,
until your time comes, invincible flower that you are
even temple longs to dress your godly nakedness!”
And with his wide open mouth and voice of a prophet
the hole spoke: “No…
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