Acheron

Kabouropoulos Socrates
2018

I dreamt of an obscure, hostile crowd, rarely taking notice of him,
praising him -sometimes- in an excessive way.

He was not influenced -the boy. Sucking his thumb he stared at things, in
a state of light predicting their end.

 

parentheses #2, 2018 

 

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