Transcription

I sit by the front step of the forever-absent

decayed transcription of God

I mirror myself

in the retina of the cosmos

the shell of utopia that evolves

unregretful touch inside a conch

when each person is alone

irrelevant of who might have passed inside of him

he doesn’t know which land he’s lost.

The starting signal was given in his absence

at the delta where the sky gave birth

to labyrinths, to enigmas, to young Odysseus

routes of the invisible Eros

in the pre-announced scar of the world

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