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Post by scriptamanent on Dec 24, 2012 16:56:53 GMT -5
Posterity
Summer wearily sweats in major ports, Gibed by thick rusty chains and travel clothes, Trying to cope with its chubby heat, Obsessed with restless crews of cruise ships. Has it always been like this? Or old-fashioned skinnier sun-rays, Hungry masses due to civil wars, Proud aftermaths of postwar periods, When Hollywood discovered Greece, Await somewhere on the edge of a cliff The return of Prosperity in white mainsails?
Vigilance
There are those who mind Their own universe, wind The clock of its dwarf time, Those who think there’s Nothing beyond individuals Of the dead and alive kind.
Poets are simply not like them, They stare at themselves in a mirror, Only to see God's Creation Placed in a glass coffin, Where petite human dreams Stand vigilant by the side of A phantom Snow White.
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