i ask-

how will my generation be documented

in history

today it is the most mysterious moon of the year



the only planet which gets closer to us

so close that we can see the human face

reflecting on its dry-land



-do you see?

in my mind, silently, i have made several comparative pairs



i have jointed Picasso with Le Corbusier



and Karolos Koun with Manolis Andronikos



also, Halepas with Theofilos

and many others, less identifiable.



I imagine, for the ones i cannot find their proper pair,

the crowds of people i have never heard about,

the millions who have lived and created and i know nothing about

the moon is almost full

it gets yellower outside and only darker inside

as if for the greater importance of

land to be imposed on the human cave



and then, shortly after,

blue fires are twisting onto our heads

names

and days and numbers

i wouldn't have guessed
-never-
this kind of life was out of range
i wouldn't have guessed it would be mine
and it would flow so rapidly

i thought of many lives
but only i thought of them
i could see better in the past
than in the present
now i see i have not seen but guessed