Τhe lies I loved
split and blured my life’s unison.
I trusted their assurance,
Olymp’s summits accessible were,
Ι didn’t reckon distances, inclinations, accounterments
and spurted alone to the heights.
False the feathery tackling of hopes, moulted soon.
Human’s plagues surrounded me
and stayed the solace
in my fall’s wounds,
as did their truth’s traumas I sympathised.
My eyes having shared sorrow’s bitter tears
liberated were from their own blur.
Fearing myself’s division
I sent my farerwell to the deserts of Narcissus
and dropped anchor in the fields of sympathy
where the horizon shines redemptory.
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