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Mysteries


She has been initiated

into the deep mysteries of existence:

birth / death, life / death,

infinity / death, eternity / death.


In the courtyard, I hand her

a blue rose, gloriously layered like

the bloom of a sun-soaked miracle.

Piously, she bows, caught in bas relief.


Death constitutes the corrupting

force that threatens the kingdom

of The Transcendental Ego, who

safeguards the unity of our world.


We are that Ego, moving

through time, moving with time, immersed

in its inexorable flow through the ritualistic

readings of the missing words of deepest mystery.



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