Poem by Vasilis Faitas
FACTORY OF DREAMS
We hang between time and space
fleeting lives
genomes of mystery and ecstacy
pathfinders, we weave the mutant chaos
of our ancestry
in the womb of life and death
nothing is saved, nothing perishes
words-ideas, thoughts-tides
in the space where we build the revolution
of a predetermined dream
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