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In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 )

In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 )
 
I formed a square of brick 
a block house of the future
and the years like dust lay thick 
around my door
many footsteps answer like dreams 
upon my floor
 
I built a synthetic artery into the mountain side
And there beneath a hollow cave 
I found inside
the minarets of aeons 
forming in a habitat of drips and spires
consorting with empathy in the dim dark 
evolving beauty
drip drip after drop of centuries
 
Here, I formed a square of brick 
and white shrine painted 
to house the endless time 
of my soul
the worshipful desires of my domicile and heart
I designed to entomb and liberate 
before this sanctum
of the mountains core
to feel here in this high and inaccessible place
a little closer to my troubled God
 
Far from close and so difficult to traverse
the winding pathways of stones and rock
the sheer cliffs of my life longs work
 
Long ago I forgot the peace of the valley
the walls and road interrupted my view 
into serenity
but occasionally 
when the night is close
I hear the drips of those forming spires
and expanses of time open
a vista where my ancestry and history 
breathes for a second
and my only answer to this mystery
is my house of brick
shrine of white
Madonna church
My religion

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