Beta
I baptized my life in the sanctified waters
of loneliness
with a pencil wedged between two fingers
and with the white immenseness of the paper
onto which I laid my austere verse
a plain flashlight for the erect men who
will follow
I painted the wedding coronals in
the first dawn twilight
as I stood by their side
to gain stature and height
and I said,
the shallow river water is for my passing and
into which I’ll embed the uneulogized
I baptized my life in the holy grief of
the forever worker when the sigh
erased tiredness, and tiredness
annulled the effectual panic while
your body stood up before me
showing me the way like a lit lighthouse
toward the diaphaneity of emotions
I felt during the moist August evening
when it came to shine over me and
onto my transcendent dream…
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 