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Epiphany. Of my soul

1 min lectură·14 ianuarie 2025

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I am being betrayed, as I speak:

She comes out at slightly irregular

and prophetic times,

sometimes full of grandeur, but still hesitant, some other time,

disguised in a whisper.

She leaves me alone,

but comes back, as expected,

to parade in vestments of desire, embodiment of either love or despair

laid on mundane but often

penitent lips

She loves me alone

when I bless her away,

she loves me more, when I hold her against the silhouette of a life-giving kiss.

I am being betrayed, as I cry out:

she always leaves me

as she lets me be

the truest version of who I could be,

for seconds, over and over:

empty of myself,

closer to my own demise,

unwaveringly rehearsing the departure

that would separate us forever.

I betray myself, as I live:

I am simply trying to mold her in a poem that might save us both

for good.

A seed in the palm of the wind:

my breath

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Serban Moescu. “Epiphany. Of my soul.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/serban-moescu/poezie/14186123/epiphany-of-my-soul

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