You had a slice of the moon in your transparent hands
and you had birds in your eyes
leaving for the south
In your way I paved you hundred-petal (roses) to pass
to see the True Light
to find the elixir of immortality
to treat us all
and then blurred and tearful sunsets came
one sold out cheaply
another bought expensively
and those who still resist
they shine in the darkness
like reflective signs
like benighted trucks
The eternals are bad trouble
Ι procrastinate in the ephemeral
and you flow in my blood
like a slow poison