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Wind and dust are my companions,

The end of the earth is my home. 

-The Exile


I’ve seen a man who has drowned. Found face-down, blotched skin, blue and purple tinge, bruises fading and swollen. Tide had brought him in, water swirling, earth set in its spin. Someone’s everything; feeling nothing for anyone, came to rest as nobody’s anything. 

Come dressed in all black,

for a mountain adventure.

Feet point to city. 

Aπό την πόλη έρχομαι, και στην κορφή κανέλα.

Eyes hold unfilled hours,

heavy dreams without sleep.

A heart unguarded. 

Draft Box

Journeys into the quiet, from daybreak till night takes day and beyond. 

Poetry lost in translation, 

gained in the translator 

and translated.