‘Each Temple its Own Color’
įÅ Templther part II
Each temple its own color
Each stone its own shade
Brilliant frescos depicting her life’s trials.
Fighting the old bird goddess
Slaying the gorgon queen
Depetrification of stoned revelers
Brought back to this life
With a spreading smiled wisdom
(Occasionally much to large for her face)
Multicolored purgings, and a clown nose.
Two weeks in the arid desert
Praying for rain, then dew, then…
Worse than blue. Worse than gray even
All becomes brown, or tan, or…
devoid not only of color, but creativity.
Still faith tells me to proceed.
Do not give in, but push on
Try again, become reborn
Die again if needed.
But do not acquiesce.
phtoto by Gorka Nelson
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