The moment
an ominous gaze
is upon us,
this is the moment.
The moment
we take care of
our pride.
The moment
we stand for a lover.
The moment
we believe that
all strangers can dance, this is the moment.
The moment
we whistle the drama
and we gong
the red clouds for
spare rain,
this is the moment.
The moment
we say: I wish for
a sunset, a walk and
a slice of longing
and we crave for
an apple.
And our genitals
meet with the neighbour’s on an ancient rock
during scorchers,
this is the moment.
The moment
we hunt for
anonymous allies,
this is the moment. Pleading for asylum
and claiming the match. This is the moment.
The moment we regret all the pretexts
and we buy
our first ticket to gnosis and we lure
that old fiction
-Τhe Time-
and we praise
the dead mothers
and we bless
every new-born,
this is the moment.
A moment
of missing the turn
on a path full of
fateful encounters
that one night with
no moonlight
to trust.
This is the moment.
This is
the moment of
our revolution to the Original Sin.