Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


And in secrecy I celebrated my nuptials

as per tradition, a rooster always called

the dawn and I, the anointed,

was meant to mound the Kore

before the branches of trees

connected to form the cross

symbol of my catharsis eternal

toughened and invincible who I had become

years that I had spent in my mind’s purgatory

was it in my previous lifetime or in my dream?

And truly, I was meant for the sacrifice

and I searched for purity to the point

of relentlessness and I longed for

the beautiful to the point of regression

traumas of my youth turned out

to be a lifetime effort to my apotheosis

resulting in my wisdom

like the esoteric anchorite’s

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