Paradise Loss

I swear

in the holy ground 

which is to be my last home

I swear 

in the crowd emptiness 

which is to be what's left behind

I swear

in the minor moment's preciousness  

which is to be my fundamental memory

I never painted 
 the real

I swear

in the restless soul nerves 

that dominate finger movements
of creation

I swear

in the deathless scream 
of yet 
to be accomplished crimes 

those 
that stimulate the brain cells 
of  creators

I swear

in all master daemons and gods within

that rule crucial oxygen transition 
to brain paths

Never  painted the real thing

for 
blind human I remained 

on a timeless land
nameless, yet identifiable
underneath my feet

For 

Truth, 

never was the real figure

So

Daring the deepest colors

I can't stand thinking

Again and again

in the most devastating mood 
of a confession within

"My poor devilish snake

 It wasn't for you, the Paradise Loss..."

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[c] Evangelia Hatzidaki

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