Poetry

The Seventh Stanza

orange blue om

oh! my ambition
wanders everywhere without
reaching fruition

confined within poetry
constructed of syllables

ethnos defies death:
pushing boundaries towards
the seventh stanza

every nascent creation
delays the apocalypse

teeth are for chewing
the meat of truth’s transcendence;
teeth are for singing

angels driven mad seeking
the ultimate holy tongue

oh! my condition:
such a sacred syllable
concealed in the womb