We are what we make ourselves

by Christos Polydorou

img_20160427_144823.jpgI hold images
I release them in the wind
Like playing cards

Wind carries them off
Into the abyss
Parts of my life

Things I
needed
to forget;

I work hard
I deserve this peace
This plate of food

I recall almost
When I was on all fours
Laughing

Between then and now
Much has been built
A lot has disintegrated

Forever turned out
To be a moment
Caught in amber

Break a jewel?
Which of us would
We know ourselves too well

Nothing is anything
until you give it attention;
To rise above the violence

ought to be our intention.
Injustice
the aim of our prevention.

Love
the only source
of any hypertension.

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