By Stefan Markovski
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Following the white griffin’s trail
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In a body of demigod beast imperial shadows of chthonic forces douse
kingdoms united into the singularity of all beings
become golden ruins under steel-feathered wings
in an incense smoke sighs are clothed through which gods send answers
when you pass through tunnels of glass hope
virgin blood supplies your cells.
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A griffin pierces far into the heavens in search for
a magnificent day for a perfect melancholy.
Everyone knows, few believe that the blank in each whiteness
holds the most colorful rainbow sewed up in a full stop
the well in which the souls drown
suggests an illusion of all destinies buried into a tunnel with one exit
where the celestial blueness reflects off the lonely trains’ glass.
Asian winds blow statues of flesh
before showing you the way to the only truth — downward
all the definitions of joy and wisdom are carrying explosive
waiting for its moment in front of faces yet to blush.
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The rain is rage of myriad of mirrors and swords
they guard the innocence of the land pieces between us
and the magic of the air with taste of white birds
black hounds chase the moon at dusk
and, hiding behind the mountains,
bark with a lion’s roar
then the night sculpts new tunnels of hope from itself
hope undefiled as an intact wine bottle pointing the way.
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A short history of а fireproof purity
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Exhaustion is a time not passing,
be patient and leave, it could be that you’ll taste natural paradises again,
you extinguish by a prayer mortals, hasting to become rivers,
your eyes, never touched
are enough to the fields, with or without water
to hatch them and offer to the red-shining skies
O, flames, evaporating heretical thoughts painted into a body,
only you, you give birth to purity identical to that of a new flesh,
novum and spiritum novum tribuam in carnem potest,
every birth is a new path to Thinking,
ora pro nobis,
every craftsman, saint and sage, every bishop of exorcisms, every celestial clown and every mage
builds white pain in Snow White’s snow,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
and the truths shall remain One.
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Stefan Markovski was born in Gevgelija, where he completed primary and secondary education. Graduated on both the Department of Comparative Literature and the Institute of Philosophy and obtained MA in Screenwriting at the state university in Skopje, Macedonia. He has won domestic and foreign literary awards for his novels, short stories and poetry and has been included in numerous anthologies of contemporary literature, he has participated at literary festivals, and his works have been published in over 20 languages.
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