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Poem Translated From "Opsonia Tes Hamartias"
Take every written testimony from its shelf,
and gather all into a great pile to be burned
to purge them, once and for all, from our history:
and yet the truth toward which time hurls cannot be turned;
and He who waits to judge will not deny Himself,
despite our multiple denials vociferously
repeated by rote by each godless generation.
Look to the stars---ancient when mankind's time began:
despite our loud chatter, their silent declaration
rises each night across the sky's unmeasured span
to squelch the noise of our derogatory scorning.
Ever emerging into one vast constellation,
their light will bend the knee in holy proclamation
of that eternal Star, bright, in the morning.
ENVOI:
On this the obsteperous, intractable mind
shatters itself to raving lunacy.
No choice exists for us in this sole destiny.
I saw this clearly when I had been stricken blind,
on Cypress, for my soul's obstinacy.
