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Epistle Xix - Siberian Catechumen
(I)
I am he who
dwells in the
embryonic catacomb,
the pallid frost
that ricochets
off the resonance
of Antiochian worship
(II)
I am the
Siberian catechumen,
Christ is the bone
of my blade,
His word is the
mustard seed that
stirs oceanic vigor
before summoning
seismic belligerence
that asphyxiates
the debased vestiges of
Leninist deification
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Shiraz Bautista
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