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The Sky
2015

 

translated by Amy Mims

 

I leave whatever is disemboweled by Time
to the principle of Luck
as she plans ship registries
partly with hulls in my mind’s eye,
partly with blood which is never silent

In daily dissipations centuries old
living ephemeral moments
when even the word’s final letter
from some invincible past
arrives and laughs at me

 

     The Sky, Kneeling, Gavrielides, Athens, 2015

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