Nobody can predict us —
not the weather forecast, nor the space agency —
our life is an abstract cycle of unfamiliar events
a dive to the unknown
a walk of conjecture
struggling
and as only a coward could deny,
loving
and since we landed on the same side of this planet
above the incoherent magnetic fields
I should keep this moment against the vanity of eternity
but something primitive
stops me from freeing the shutter
this time, using technology to capture a moment
feels like cheating during a game
( and one afternoon when I was six
and had the pieces of Monopoly thrown at me
instead of having lunch
I took a vow to never cheat again )
changed my mind
cosmogony, ground zero
gathered my scattered concentration
so that I can imprint with my eyes
without cheating this time
the complexity of your outline
the colours that you carry
and all those that you hide
the curious eyes
wandering in a universe of synthetic material,
in peace after escaping the Erinyes
projecting a tenderness that makes me dizzy
whatever doesn’t get written down loses the weight of its being
so I’ll confess to you through whispers against the wind
that I never liked Kavvadias¹
and now I’ll get lost in time
exactly as I came in
releasing the oscillations of our axes
to continue their own way
until we meet again on another crumpled equinox
¹ Nikos Kavvadias was a 20th century Greek poet, writer and sailor by profession. His poetry is dearly loved in Greece, even though he got acknowledged after his death. His poems have been set to music by various composers and musicians, disseminating them through generations.
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