translated by  Yannis Goumas

The room shut. The curtains drawn or not. Light barely or
not yet. It will begin now or maybe.
You are speaking or descending. Fearing or striving. Continuing.
The other makes it or makes do. Persists or Fragmentizing.
It will begin now or maybe. Time passes or as though.
The room inflates. Thin crags form on its breast.
Things stand still with that slight rustling of forbearance.
Now and then sudden swordstrokes of fire.
It will begin now or maybe.

  One Zero One 1O1 Greek Poets, Odos Panos Publications, Athens, 2013