Preciousness of the Folly
You should wonder
that this tumbling world
locked up the depth of things
and threw the key to the ocean
the generation of the Neanderthal returns
from the spiral of icebergs
visions of decay
still exist in the memory of nothingness
dark stars floating over underground stoas
preciousness of the folly
recycle
the cosmos expands in its winter sleep
the miracle doesn’t care
like the guard who’s asleep.
Manolis Aligizakis 