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
Manolis Aligizakis 