LITURGY OR LETHARGY?
Perhaps your memory still seeks no peace...
In flint-sprayed tears, it cools on the silted bottom,
a fleeting star lost in deadly, tender heat,
our traces left in lethargic, ghostly sleep...
In parallel worlds, we move in calendric turns.
But turning is not the goal! The goal, my dear is to cross it.
Liturgical sleep – just an image of past comparisons.
How many times have you fled?.. From croud, from me, from Him.
I beg you – answer me! Stir your palm in mine.
Let me know you hear, what I say to you.
Wake quickly! With all my transfused blood,
respond and rise! Don’t surrender us both to February...
Liturgy or lethargy?
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