by Christos Polydorou
A traveller, a migrant, a seafarer, a sky mapper, a space invader, a galaxy explorer.
On the other end of this very night, dreams are perfect spheres,
silvers to move the seas, guiding bodies to bodies into the flesh, the luminous limbs of time,
Illuminated, from within,
and the waters subside,
the tides low,
and now the sun.