· poems by Átopos

…and water fell on the face of darkness

by

Átopos

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…and water fell on the face of darkness

and the light became fire.

and throughout the storm’s duration,

so sweet was the torment,

savouring the flavour  of a morning that would never come,

that of mountain peaks I dreamed.

and...

after the rain

you were given the universe,

 wrapped in a tapestry and 

placed in a box,

then laid in a field that was

warm inside the belly of a wild boar

  Then took proud flight,

filled with joy and vaunting,

caressing your Athena bright eyes

en haling the fragrance of aurora’s cantaloupe coloured fingers.

Titian dawn that would never come.

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The Neutral Angel

Evil and Good are co eternal. I know: for I too have always been.

Failure is co eternal as well.

All desire finds its culmination in despair;

And despair is the sin for which there is no forgiveness.

We can only look to the skies, the ever changing apricot coloured clouds

There were prayers for sun and there were prayers for rain

There were prayers for comfort and prayers for pain.

All beginnings are beautiful. The problems is in resolving a solution to the problem of ending.

All the best endings come at dawn.

†

The Whore of Santiago de Compostela

(the Starry Field)

poem to Buñuel and the martyr Lorca

They’ll be here soon; their smell precedes them.

Waiting here for the fathers of my unborn children.

Windows down in my Seat 600.

Waiting here in the Starry Field.

No mercy and s/he

Yes, their odour harbours their imminent arrival

Life is an all consuming fire and the ashes are our souls.

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Tales of the Reconstruction

Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so….