Baptism nativity
"Truly, I tell you," Jesus replied,
"no one can enter the kingdom of God
unless they are born of water and the Spirit."
(John 3:5)
So we came to You together.
Forgetting the fate of loners...
Days burn out beyond the bridge.
The tram pushes us toward night,
among chains – into frosty smoke
of breath, with the ghost of a curse:
"You will be wounded thrice,
when the bridge parts its embrace..."
Ground blizzard, like Laocoоn,
squeezes throats and ribcages.
A death shroud – the Rubicon...
Soundlessly, snow falls from branches.
The bridge to the Necropolis – to the graveyard.
On it, painfully, it became clear
that we knew death in advance,
like the condemned, unspoken...
But there’s a choice! Behind it in turn –
a volley of constellations on the road...
A volley of Aquarius – falling short.
An Infant in the heart!
The heart – in God.
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