Our night sermon
hovers still on the air.
Frees our slaves,
breaks the hourglass and
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2. " into a bluestone oval /with songs sang to Mithra, / as she extinguishes wishes / with her breath. Captivating imagery.
thanks, it came from a celebration for the winter solstice at my house
A most beautiful poem… The angst of pain is vibrant in.
A truly beautiful and unique poem... who are our slaves... and who are the infant GODs, if you don't mind me asking....the poem is the message? ? huh? ? Love it!
Saturnalia was an ancient roman tradition around the winter solstice where the romans would free their slaves for a day and the masters would give them table service etc. Mithra is also Greek/Roman god that appeared from rock in child's form could take life with her/his breath
Thanks Nate