Of Gold And Immaculate Word Poem by Arshavir Mckertichian
Of Gold And Immaculate Word
At my birth
my father built my bones in letters of gold
and my mother filled the marrow
with immaculate word. In my birthbed
I opened of my eye of ebony sponge
my stammering lips,
and dreamed of light
and of the ultimate word. Then in my birthbed
in tears and laughter
I placed Time under my head
and in a pretty dream
arrived at gates of the celestial altar.
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