Man’s inhumanity towards Elohim,
How we’ve wounded him is no mirage.
Only to glorify the dream one dreams—
To scorch His immortal beauty of earth;
To kill his animals mercilessly;
Yet to drink his wine, then to exile him:
To the far-off stars, near: oblivion!
Thus comes the sorrowful faces of the saints—
The immortal grief of the seraphim:
Too late to find paths memory traces.
No: 4484 (7-21-2014)
