Ritual

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1 min lectură·28 februarie 2004

Mediu

first, breath the darkness behind the Knee.

second, turn back to the Ankle

and kiss the bloody Stigma.

third, touch the delicate Between-thighs, gently, docile,

closed eyes.

open the Gate. open the Door.

open.

breath again. do not step. still.

wait.

wait for the Angels’ ceremony. outside.

T-W-E-L-V-E

watch out!

the Crown…

Amber and Diamonds. and Stars and Ice

…looks at you 3 times.

ONE-TWO-THREE

not for you. not yet.

now, You are ready.

step Inside.

your small humid Castle is haunted.

the Ghost is YOU.

W-E-L-C-O-M-E B-A-C-K S-I-R-E!

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Ioana Barac Grigore. “Ritual.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioana-barac-grigore/poezie/64688/ritual

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trebuie sa postezti textele pe sectiunea in limba engleza daca le scrii in engleza. e oarecum logic.