Poems

The key of life (The Ankh Key)

1

To mature, there must be a river
An amulet is a prerequisite for the essence to shine
For the allegory to conclude
Is it the God - King or the King - God?!
Which one is first?
Which one of the two holding the door knob in his hand?
Or which one is custodian to the code of eternity?

2

Half the truth is on the dark side
Immersed in riddles and in keys (encryptions, codes) infected (infested) with eternal oblivion
The aching - lonesome - handsome half
Awakened the Apple
By the flirty mouth of perpetuity
One half (of the Apple) managed to lose its lost half

3

The ancient-one is still an enigma
It was an Amulet
Was a metal mirror
Gilded or polished copper
An icon of a sun within older graves
The Ancient-one is a river-bed (gulch) of an Archaic River

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