Terra Sancta

Terra sancta\Edna Aphek

What's a territory? A terra sancta? A binding piece of soil?
What's a territory? A knife tearing families apart, a constant cause of strife?
There in the terra sancta the ancient dead breathe from underneath the streets.
Its their territory, not mine.
The only territory I have ever had, is the land of my dreams. My steam like existence
Stems from them.
It's my inaccessible territory ever waiting for Biblical Joseph and modern Freud to untie their crumbled, parcel-like paths.
Year after year, night after night, I walk down the streets of my dreams, visiting old and new places, the territories of my patented thoughts.
A passerby in my own land.
Who shall I bequeath my territory to?
I wish I could stay longer in this treacherous territory.
Yelling morning -afternoon 'light is suddenly reflected in the twisted mirrors of my existence.