Mayhap I should follow
those priests of Cybele
Catullus wrote of, and
find myself a stone
blade, not too sharp,
and get to work,
dedicating myself
to her and Attis.
What withers and falls
as the autumn bites
will feel the touch of
Cybele and revive
with the spring,
youthful Attis again
wandering the blooming
Phrygian hills.
14.07.2024
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