In the Castle of Poetry
you write and write until
you take off onto your orbit to await your birth,
death,
or love,
to face your gods,
obey like a blind man,
to say your prayer: thank you, God, thank you for being so good to me
and blessing me with a certain amount of forgetfulness
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2023
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