Transcription
I sit by the front step of the forever-absent
decayed transcription of God
I mirror myself
in the retina of the cosmos
the shell of utopia that evolves
unregretful touch inside a conch
when each person is alone
irrelevant of who might have passed inside of him
he doesn’t know which land he’s lost.
The starting signal was given in his absence
at the delta where the sky gave birth
to labyrinths, to enigmas, to young Odysseus
routes of the invisible Eros
in the preannounced scar of the world

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Ancientry
I the first man
laid the woman
onto this grass
image lustful and
tender that conquered
my soul
ebb of land vision of trees
with their soft whispers
smoothening my inexperience
when initially
I smelled her horny mound and
fell into its cave
like a cape into the sea
life is ours
my beloved
I said and
time has come to adhere
to the Great command
procreate and fill the earth
with your sweat
as it was wished by our forefathers
as it was written on our tablets

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Βιρ­τζί­νια Γούλφ (Virginia Woolf): Στοι­χειω­μέ­νο σπί­τι

Δημήτρης Τρωαδίτης, Τρία ψήγματα ανυπακοής