© 2019 by Dora Tarasidou

A practical dream / endless

 

The waves stand still

Liquid, shiny, plastic-like

Artificial life

 

My burning desire to feel, leads to excessive performances.

You were born to make each dawn different

I was born to keep each dusk unchanged

 

Life seems to end and begin at the water

Chalky, sharp, uneven

Amorphously almost

 

My dream is to make it, without your help,

but that’s a practical dream.

I want you to see me, so I squint my eyes.

At last, eternal symmetry.