I followed Desert Fathers
To carve what’s right and wrong
In stone
Chain the fiery Eros harboring in my soul
Fate bestowed me with
The ninth card in Tarot pack
Though Dagonet’s mirth
Danced in my inner world’s carnivals
Shield shade of cross
Against the vertical slit eyes
Within these darkness breathing walls
Silence cures the blind
Towers of Anchorite
Under the alien hollow moon
The mantra of lonely candle lights
Make my heartbeat bleed
Into the terra’s pulse
Holy chants ram
The quarks and leptons gates of
Non-linear time
Rewinds all the Great Plague
Downfalls of my mind
Until I am the snowflake spirit child
Up in the Towers of Anchorite
Though Ahriman shreds
Flesh cloaks off my spine
Mohenjo-Daro’s death bird will never
Nest in my Ātman
Pearl purity of heart
Screams for a pilgrimage
Further than the Holy Land
Bleeding heart resurrects
The Dead Sea
Between my arms
On the stage of life
Where all the parts have been played a
Billion times
In this shadow cave
I’ll shed my bones
Burn the battered sorrows
More malicious
Than the sands of Hattin
Anchorite Towers of mine
Grow taller than a
Trillion stars
09.07.2019,
Bialystok city, Poland
“Without morality we are no different from computer programs or instinct-driven creatures
From various dimensions and universes.” – Peter Krzywiec
