Vasilis Pandis | Greece

An accomplice of time

I was born beneath the red pendulum
in the green shadow
and the blue night

I was the firework
in its most mournful hour
in the colourful funeral

I was that pine
a root of Lycabettus
a root in the screen
when the wind blew in Athens
and you could feel
the angels
fluttering in their hell

I passed through the circle
and I passed through the straight line
–for the light often blinded me–
until I realized
that I’m the vortex

earning days
or selves
I escaped from the presence
blowing to hell myself
so that the forgotten
would remember their Julies

an accomplice of time
the sower who didn’t reform
no return
embarking in the moments
of intercourse
I was bold enough to follow

I was judged like the dreams are judged
History’s trenches and winds
above the soil which maintains
the fire and

I greet you mountains
you know
I loved you
with the shiver that continues
from one flower to another
even though
the sun
didn’t love my imagination

for an implementation of that whiteness
that passed through the touch
and escaped it
like water
like grief
I perished