God is no other
from waiting and chronic nostalgia,
that one day you will appear
in the white Tower, in the city of Pulcheria.
God is no other
from the happy aspect of the blue rain,
from her secret whisper on the stone roofs
and in the patient leaves of the trees.
God is no other
from the hidden message on the red roofs
like a bloody palm on the roofs of the temples.
God is no other
from the secret message in the silver Gospels
and in the purple codes of the Belgraders.
God
is the hope of appearance
in the Temple of Komnenos, in the castle the main gate,
on the prophetic path of the word of Saint Kosmas,
through the white cotton of the eternal fog!
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