Hermes

Early in the morning, Hermes

helped me discover why

I was different

from the statue, tasting as

I was like the abalone.

         Individualization

         incarnation and

         shiny pebbles

by the shore

naked Korae with

the sweetness of fresh grapes

         during a summer Hesperia

         purple-coloured sighs

and the lone martyr who I became

I felt indisposed to uphold

blasphemies of the pious

thus, annulling their advice

         and turning inward to my roots

         the depth of my path I discerned

reaching my catharsis

that the north wind

bestowed upon my body

but not before

         I defended the patriot ground,

         with my armour:

         exquisite gardenia aroma

gills of fish full of bubbles

and small sponges

that I pulled from

         the bottom of the sea

         another way

         to cleanse the moral impurities

         of my soul

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