Heavenly Flow
Time
reflections of stars
in the eye of Being
a fleeting image-like existence
thundering silence
between myself and death
Eternity
the constant movement of nothing
something sinful breathes these days
no one returns to innocence
for something that isn’t there
what the infinite searches for
and it spreads, whirls
slipping in space-time that constantly births
what could be beyond the heavenly flow
nostalgia for what was
when it was expelled from the warmth
of the obscurity of uterus.
Manolis Aligizakis 