Mind (Tracing Paper)

by Christos Polydorou

Our shadows are
epiphenomena, a
temporary imprint
of luminousness
on the runaway skin
of reality, and our
poetry (when it is at
its most cosmic,
impressive, spontaneous
… genius) is catching
what is bound to escape,
with our nets. Unless
otherwise stated,
all photographs posted
on this website
have been taken
by myself. Lastly I took
the grey page and unfolded
a boat and set
it loose on inhospitable however traceable seas
with yourself at the helm
and I faithfully following you,
following you,

like Aristotle.

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