Holy Rock
He said, ‘if I die right now
I would have never felt more alive’
Their feet deep in the Lybian Sea
beginning winter-summer
sun with blond fans of eyelids
freshened them up in the sky,
an old woman offered them raki
hers had some honey and rosewater
‘to sweeten you up’ he said
and laughed a toothless laugh.
Because the end
is always hidden
in its own perfection.
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