It was sunlight that was caressing the* streets
Lonely as the universe
And my footsteps were the outcome
Of another accident the universe had bared_
My birth.
And I was there
The lonely one
The one* who had to know…
My lonely friend was standing there
so sad…
The one who had indulged himself with
so many prayers
But never prayed himself_
The church.
I did not know why I had* come*
And what I had to say.
And why, anyway, did I exist
Before* and after
But I sat down, neverthless, in need
of peace, of joy, of help
As always, by His Will*
In front of methe aging woman on her knees
Was whispering into the air
The words that were not meant for me
To hear
“May Your Kingdom come*…”
I closed my eyes
Again* to drift to
Anywhere
I saw
Mariam’s locks upon her cheeks
As her lips were telling silence
And in her arms
Wrapped up in blankets, was the
Truth
I had to say…
The woman was still praying
to Someone
And Anyone who heard
Was there
Inside…
And underneath, the train was moving,
The walls
The walls were soaked with sentences
Addressed to Him
No signature…
Someone was talking, humming, touching
So patiently
Inside of me…
Until I wished not to know, not to feel, not to see, not to hear
But simply and unconditionally
Be…
I don’t remember how I fainted
And how the ambulance arrived
And how I had reacted
When I found out
I had to die
Too soon*
And how I found this pen
And why I have to take this back
Back to that church
And put underneath the place
I had sat down with confidence
that no one was to shave my head
or give me pills
or make me live
Without me wanting to.
I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT.
And if anyone is to find this
Then he/she is to read and realize
Finally, I know
I know the truth
But if he/she is mortal
Like me
Then he/she is not to tell anyone the following…
The truth is that………
Ani Boghossian
