Wandering Adolescence
In the game of wandering, man
came to get to know the time
he plays and gets contradicted
the truth is shattered
something impassable escapes in the flow
of eternity’s quantum
races are unmapped colonies
the passing of time leaves them
in the decay of distance.
The body that commenced with the youth
always looks at the same moon
as you near, the water change route
no one knows where they are headed
as if we step backward.
Each season has its ego
each season is but a shipwreck
in shallow waters
the descendants of the sea and
of the sorrow of empty roads
betrayed by their subterranean cells
look behind
as the dust whirls
and in front of them the ghostly light
full of inventions floats like
the mythical echo of the miracle.
Manolis Aligizakis 