EVOKING OSIRIS

…when, burning, I cross through the bitterness of being,
amidst a world in flames, the god roars;
there are fragments of moments, hours, years, and ages rolling, purging themselves,
there are cries of pain and fleeing shadows, noise and sorrow,
and forces that came from the root of time to destroy me

and wall up my chest and be utter ruin, and thirst;

…while this is happening, I stop and shelter my body on a park bench
because I am losing my feet and hands, my waist, my face, my passion,
and the wind carries them away;
cars pass by but they are not cars, nor are the birds birds,
nor are the roses in the garden roses;

and there is no hostility nor blasphemous commands, only a fallen and defeated body,
fleeing from my beloved and old self, the one with whom I embarked on a deep, serious, and long journey
through the land of stone and resurrection;

…like Osiris, when night falls, my soul will seek and gather its treasures,

and after hiding them, it will depart;

…but before that, and the afternoon is dismembered—where the sun shines, where it burnishes, and still endures—
the birds swirl, and there I go;

…and no, there will be no fear, the light always liberates.

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Antonio Justel
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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