Secrets of the Profession
As crafty as logos is
so it hides the secret of survival.
It hides between its lines
who wounded your heart
who dirtied your stars;
logos will become a false witness
that you’ll regain
the reflection of love.
It organizes your defence
and your exoneration
since you sacrificed the secret
of immortality for a momentary
meeting in heavens, and
it makes you forget your daily diet
with an imaginative verse of a poem:
ephemeral, raw.
You announce with chosen antithesis:
I’m content with momentary poetry.
Leaving behind the loss
you search for new techniques
to hymn eyes and other eyes
for as long as yours remain open, you say:
I still have work to do.
Manolis Aligizakis 