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Enchanted moorish

A wandering knight with his sorrel,

lost traveler on the moor

through closed mists
dense as linen garments...

marshy bogs
kingdom of spirits and ancestral memories

from clans and nations that were once

riches and ambitious...

revering and fearing

Odin and his gods of Asgard

today forgotten in old
classic knowledge corridors...

between the wisdom of ashes and elms
I search my Grail

like Jason and his Argonauts

in search of the fleece of gold...

so bitter the juice of this apple

to see in the apple tree my enchanted Moorish

without being able to reach her...