Al Qabri Ramos
Sacred mnemonic
Memory has something
to do with it
of the sacred
that is preserved
Like the writing in stone
Similar to cave figure
the name
like tornado and waltz,
Like molten iron,
on my red-hot skin,
there are brief possibilities
to alter our register,
Holds the fire of the divine
Like a torch shining
What forgot me and stayed
behind, passed over at dawn;
In my destiny, your figure,
Like a soap bubble
suspended like a spaceship,
a waltz in the abyss,
Like a closed secret
Inside the burning chest
That time has been tearing
layered, like onions
The ritual of writing
that name of yours
on paper and breaking it
into a thousand pieces,
pieces of uncertain letters
and looking at the paper
intact, again,
between my fingers
and the magic of life
shows me what
I stubbornly do not see,
I don't let go because
that's not the will of the source
I am a priestess
and you, Lancelot,
that as much as I want
to please you,
suffering your distance,
asking for my desistance,
this is not the order of divinity,
The conversion of my burden
and pain has only one guideline,
Thou of my world Emperor,
And I, your empress
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