WAITING FOR MY SON
At the beginning of the season you must know
I am waiting for you
and I entrust you with an area
next to which
there will be an orchard of Jonathan apples.
For three days after your birth
it won’t rain
in order the grandparents
can give their great souls to their descendant…
I’ll leave you long distances
until you elope with your girlfriend
to a small island,
only the two of you to play around on a golden beach.
I will be far away
and the words I leave behind
you should abandon there among the pine trees in
the snow

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7KT7ZFV

23

The first genome of religious wonderment

is coded in the DNA of man

the magician gathers them around the fire

are you, not the one

with imagination, oh Leader?
It’s someone else, there, you see him?

With stories other than hunting

he enchants them

with stories that haven’t taken place yet

about men who aren’t born yet

about men who haven’t died yet

about animals that talk

hey, why are you waiting?
He tells them about a gleaming god.

Do you listen to him?

Start talking before he usurps you.

Harry, or else work with Him.

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Το παλιό και το νέο – Il vecchio e il nuovo