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VICTIM
OF LIFE
by Dennis Dinopoulos
Under
peeled skin this substance of life, this
elongated
voice crying out to the heard in a
background
of darkness; this calling of veins
where
words are like music
and
this pulse of the heart crying out with
eyes
as distant as the sky.
Those
who see it might only be the spirits of
the
dead, window shopping in the avenue of
hope;
former rogues of destiny looking
for
another chance.
The
earth spreading out like a memory.
Obviously
there's been some sales on in the
course
of time. For those not so competent
swimmers
falling in for any new limp or
organ
classic is just another pretext to
enslave
us all. Some even select
a
pet for a mate.
In
this corporeal parade for further
enlightenment
anyone I guess can become a
victim
of life.
Dennis
Dinopoulos, Kifisou 3, Halandri, Athens 153 34 Greece.
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