Archer of the Unfeasible
I’m very late
my past is an ancient enigma
one thousand-year-old man
in eternal youth
who has sailed
since eons
shattering the events
into silence
horizon
the myth of time
in the history of lost
opportunities
I’m very late
hung between my meaning
and the flashes of fate
I lie where the season brought me
spender of the unfeasible
confessor of the opposite shore instincts
without what I wanted
a soul to love
where the light narrates
the tree reminiscent
in the chaos
Manolis Aligizakis 