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The Conqueror

She is the conqueror..
—a girl from the
Spanish conquest

As if dawning like
the sky, —instead of
conquering, she got
conquered

Indeed, ingenue and young,
If only we all knew
Carl Jung

Never faulted in our

fault-finding sphere,
the casuists called
her dear

Fragility of the heart,
too insurmountable
to be broken by concrete blocks
—that some called art

Hell no! (Millennials disagree!)
We are all just suffering

from anomie!

—fading fast

sleep on
the things
that matter

having no cares
about the world
like the otter

this is how he
studies the marshes
and rainforests
unbothered

like too many
diktats leaving
them smothered

that's how i
clean forget
subconscious past

by being in the
present, i have
judged the last

that's how it
always goes
jibed or othered

transcendence

(in our essence)

spirituality

fading fast

untitled (former working title: true music)

as if one have
all the value judgements

in this—

tribulation period,

if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —

would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?

time & its insignificance

like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift

from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah

from ancient

to the renaissance

what more can
one presage?

neither—

if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but

wronged sainthood

senile syllogisms & oblivion