MY OTHER WORLD
I am in a foreign world
Different than others.
In a world famous
and passerby.
A world that has no end
nor principle,
with the ruins of the West
in another era.
With powers from the stars
and Heaven.
Light that shines in the sea
of the great Mind.
A world with many moons
And a smiling Sun.
With the Harp of Odysseus
to deceive you.
Few and good fit
with in this world
of Gods and dreams
as it was written.
Those lucky enough to meet
and were lost
in the palaces of Mount Olympus
and they are forgotten.
Now the only hiker
on the scorched Earth.
I single out each word
Has been bleeding.
Every word every step
That riches nowhere,
in ravines and on rocks
in the high mountains.
I am in a foreign world
world suddenly
born of blood
and from murder.
Wounded on a rock
and without wings
to gaze at the Aegean See’s
blue waters.
To the Gods of the famous.
I will be tried
and by looking at the passions
I will ponder.
Until Poseidon comes
to take revenge on me,
and free my soul
from guilt.
ΚΩΣΤΑΣ. D. KATEHIS
