Poezie
pilgrimage into light
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Mediu
crucified in my palms the raven is praying
the fingers bear his fear in his joints
the blood-birds disown him
smiting him in a heartbeat
across his clavicle
lost among tracks minutely sandy
I rise on my foot tips deepening into the earth
his slippery wings
which fret under the lids of the stones
painted by the wind
silent I watch his flight break
the sacraments are penetrating the dusk deeply
stars gather round him clenching
on his serene fingers which exalt in a tear
The Holy Trinity
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