Dying
as well as diving into burning flames not wondering how will your intact soul elude your body;dancing in the rhuthm of your heart untill it peels of blood as you
fly utterly weightless along with the wind;
Undoubtedly He's now confused
Whispering words that people never thought of;inside circlings and echoes,flashes staining the brain chain- with what?
What, what Mr All's?
Come to an end
Before I come to'o
You
three poems for a chora-iti
ksero, pws eine tipote ol'auta ke pws i glwssa
pou milw den exei alfavito
I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school,
the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.
a pou na xatheis,
chora
