Doubt
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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