Calendar of Illusion
Sounds and words of illusion
reflections of the invisible flow in their shadow
voices and names
fragments of the chaotic truth
the words don’t reach adulthood
they vibrate in the distance
they pop up from the seams of the horizon
of the wounded man
ancient pneuma rises from the space
what do you wait for
which lovers does your song call
rise to recognize yourself
before you become a season
The wind carefreely passes
whoever is alone
and believes in miracles
and changes the world daily
the unsettled mind
that for eons deciphers in his heart
the forests of tiny nothings
Gaea knows the end
and blooms
Manolis Aligizakis 