Folk Religion 1
︎︎︎ Eric Angal
︎ Aug 27, 2026
Oh, this auspicious day;
all my past victories,
arranged on the veranda before me—
and then the blood from the
roots of my hair,
as I struggle to place your
lineaments, traced with rouge,
among them;
within the porphyry ruins,
I, too, fall into desuetude.
all my past victories,
arranged on the veranda before me—
and then the blood from the
roots of my hair,
as I struggle to place your
lineaments, traced with rouge,
among them;
within the porphyry ruins,
I, too, fall into desuetude.