WEDNESDAY
ad vagilias albas
—Why doesn’t it get dark? Have a look if you like, the new moon must
have risen somewhere. Everyone looks at what you are going to do
and you stare at the crowds looking at you.
The sights inscribe a tight circle
that can’t be broken.
If one is born the circle becomes larger
if one dies the circle will shrink
but this little, for this short period.
And the other four senses follow the same geometry.
If we’d loved the circle would break
we’d close our eyelids for a moment.
But we can’t love.
Your eyes were lovely, but you didn’t know where to look
and when you said we had to go because it was dark
you turned and looked into my eyes and a bat flew off
inscribing triangles…The gramophone started again.
Now our bats inscribe circles that shrink
as they fly from one man to another man
no one escapes
and life is rich since we have so many
and all of us alike
and life is rich since we created fin-tuned devices
when the senses fail.
Brothers, we shared the bread and the pain.
No one is hungry, or suffering anymore
and we all have the same height. Look at us!
We are looking at you. We are too! We are too! We are too!
Farther than this nothing exists. But the sea
I don’t know whether they have emptied it.
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Manolis Aligizakis 