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…And I discovered something,
amid the buzz and clatter
of the world, which I grasped
and which had kept me over
the tempest of the people;
it wasn’t work of any feather
nor a hand’s waving sign
nor was it a castle or any peak
stairway is one and climbing
is another since the heights
existed elsewhere and it was
like the unclear waking up
from a golden dream that
had never stepped on earth
and had its source far away
spreading further and rising
turning into a newborn ghost
like ether amid the ether
thus I existed on a feather’s
lightness and height among
the exceptional a special
all my youth and my old age
exceptionally matching with
all seeds and uteri.
Manolis Aligizakis 