translated by Amy Mims

Εyes hurting
with the hooks of passions
and Detail, this monster of tenacity
keeps barking at you

Distant memories
open windows onto absence

Journeys of the body
inside the body
and hope is audible or not

Immaculate futility
consumes you with blond grammar
as if you never learned when and how
leaves fall silently

     The Sky, Kneeling, Gavrielides, Athens, 2015