Time Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

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The digital numbers were so irritating
as they were printing their red light on my eyes.

I'm travelling in electric rivers of melted time.
In a dynamic silent flow.
A mocking laughter.
My forever irony.

Night and day...
Fight and pray...

But I will stay.

Because only she knows the way,
but she fell asleep under the crucifixion blues.
And if I could choose,
I'd rather be her dream now.

So far, yet so dear...
So strange, yet so real..

So I'm here!

Playing with the cosmic dust of creation,
as she is pumping it out of her lungs.
Counting the moments.
Sensing her life

minute by minute...
breath by breath...

Bye, bye...

Everything that lies before here is just an impression.
A stain of pain.
Some shades of happiness.
An X-ray picture of yester times.

The future is not born yet,
but I can do nothing to change it.

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