I’m going that way …
Light years,
slow travel …
With the steps
on each one
god’s creatures,
with the messages
of drops of blood
and sweat on the feet …
Ages are leafing through
their covers,
corpse
centuries-old eclecticism,
the Minotaurs
have disappeared,
the rest
are only
the labyrinths …
The heroes
have arranged
their names
on the obelisks …
Many more
time
I have to go …
The heart knows …
Wind vanes point,
the relics are cornerstones,
the way is love …
I’m going that way …
.
Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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