new year
and i will run again
i will engrave routes and wont leave
slippery snail trails that will glow in the twilight
my orbits will write traces almost linear
they will make up a new grid
and the city will fit inside
the city poetics
omonia square with its junkies
playing between matter and spirit
the trains vibrating the soil
their feet can barely hold
sofokleous with its prostitutes
under-age black beauties in white dresses like the first communion
the missionaries sweat , blood run down their backs
but always before the sperm
homeless people in their corners holding the level
from flying up like a thin cloth in the air
Syggrou street transvestites redeeming
me and you from our sins with litanies inside
five doors that reflect cosmic dust
i will run again
and recognize
myself as you look in the mirror
beautiful
[as i never was]
our new ethics
everything returns to us
the beyond still un-manifested
thankfully
new year
from inside my soul
that touched nerve ends
blooded cells
i will dilate
to my first image
the one you saw first
[and loved me]
behind all those lights
that will shoot the end
somewhere over there...
somewhere over there...
we will reach
"not yet"
the end
"my baby"
let me call you that
and cry as i can only do
only like that from now on
[like me]
tΕΧT:nIKOS m.
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