Icarus like

by Christos Polydorou

I have been feeling :
feelings :
ever since
        .        I was a waxwing of a boy. The feelings took on bodies of water, winged horses,
        .         outer and inner space. I cannot

know how you : experience the natural
and urban world : but this is how

        .        it works for me, a question
of symmetry and asymmetry, of threshold, of feathers and vanes and

all else that is needed to
come tearing out the skin of the back

with which to escape
the island.                 .

I forgot father : I flew too

to the sun :
I fell


I am still falling


Years later I am still falling


Centuries later I am still falling


The sun has died


The universe as we know it has become something else


Still falling