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Sabah
15:03
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_Το αιώνιο φως // The eternal light_
The night sky dissipates once more,
With the stars vanishing due to the arrival of our neighbourly one,
So seemingly eternal and ever-present, even in absence,
Bearing witness to all fortunes and misfortunes,
Illuminating all merits and maladies.
The light reflects the stone and the sand
That stretches outward seemingly in all directions.
The fine grains are all but remnants of a million stories
And while the larger forms still linger
In time the water-wind will wither it all
Down to dust desolation and dismay.
The creatures that best showcase these contrasts
Will either start their day soon or are already on it.
Some will act out a scene pre-written
With such great height and fluid grace.
And some will strut and fret their hour upon the stage
Splattering colour about with little rhyme or reason
They may bathe themselves in all forms of light,
Yet their bodily form absorbs whatever light is there.
And through their living exhibits an assortment of paradoxes
Which will have to be resolved when the old light makes way for the new.
But for now, the sun will chart its sky-course again
Traversing above the City of Vices
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Öğleden sonra
16:41
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_Αλλη μέρα // Another day_
Another day,
Another ring around the road ring
Rounding up the restless ones
To another round about the roundabout
Where a raucous runaround resumes
Reaching around to then run aground and —
I’m surprised I can still stand upright.
Another day
Another ringer inside the ring
Rounding up the remainder
To round out a roundabout
And to make regular
What was always regulated and —
I’m surprised I can be right where I stand.
Another day.
And I wonder about some things.
Like what would happen if I were to run through the city screaming.
Will an army of constables and magistrates hear me?
Maybe they will mark me with a mark worth having
Though likely they will mark my passport scarlet
Or what if I could be like the handsome boys to get the pretty girls
Or maybe I should like the handsome boys instead
Or maybe become a pretty girl myself
Or someone or something else entirely.
Maybe if I become like them, they will not hate me so much.
As they say: you can be anything you want if you want it
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3. |
Akşam
15:00
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_Δάκρυα στο φως του φεγγαριού // Tears in the moonlight_
Here comes the night again.
Blue becomes black, lit only by the moon and the stars.
And here I am in this room with a man-made sun
Attempting to dispel the darkness across all sides
Attempting to provide warmth within the spaces.
And is it too much to ask for?
A companion for company.
Someone with whom the coldest of evenings
Can be transfigured into a warm fire.
A form to see.
Curves to feel.
Skin to touch.
Thrills to hear.
Aromas to smell.
A chase to taste.
A name becomes a melody-cycle
Yet everything I currently have is but a poor substitute
Moving images in place of moving objects
My hands instead of someone else’s
A voice speaking for anybody who asks for it
Senses cannot be exercised
And can only be experienced through a mind’s eye.
But isn’t the real supposed to be
But a poor pale shadow of the ideal?
And if that’s true
Wouldn’t that make me the best lover in the universe?
They say that the stars reflect ourselves.
And that a few special ones can help reveal
The deep desires of a yearning heart.
I wonder if tonight’s the night I can wait until the end
I wish I could match those stars with the seasons
To know for sure.
Perhaps a light-flash above the horizon
Will be a sign to go beyond the horizon
And there a treasure to behold
And at long last…
At long last…
_Θυμός στο σκοτεινό βράδυ // Anger in the dark evening_
Near-black may be the sky
And the room lights may be off-white
Yet all I can see now is red.
Red like her dress:
That of an empress convinced of her own edict
That youth is eternal and thinking makes it so.
The same dress that can lure naïve princes
To rule with her for a night or two.
Or maybe tonight is when she can instead
Elevate a maidservant
Toward a temporary title
In exchange for passing pleasure.
Or maybe be a consul for a Bacchanalia triumvirate
Or even be a part of an orgiastic oligarchy
Paying tribute to Cybele
It is one thing to suspect it
But I know in time I will eventually see it everywhere.
Red like her lips:
Just as carefully painted and sculpted as the rest of her.
She is so eager to show her beautiful form to others.
But with me, she shows something else.
From forth those red lips come red words
Injecting into me a pitchy poison.
But I should not be surprised.
For she could banish an emperor,
Paint him tar-ebony and feather-ivory
And exile him to the city centre
To be scorned and mocked by all to see.
Red like my face:
For now, I see myself with new eyes.
And with new vision comes new understanding
As to how a self-definition was determined by her signature.
Reading the clauses I never agreed to follow
Knowing now these terms and conditions
How could I have let her rule over me for so long?
How was it so easy to let myself be imprisoned?
After another struggle-session
Where she unleashed a stream of bile
And then freshened up for another opportunity
To paint the town red …
I say. I can paint too.
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Gece
17:00
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_Στο νυχτερινό κέντρο διασκέδασης // At the nightclub_
This is where it all happens
This is where dreams last longer than the night
This is where whatever can be imagined can be materialised
And this is where I could meet someone who really loves me
[Λίγα λεπτά αργότερα]
And this is where all of that doesn’t happen.
_Στο σοκάκι // At the alleyway_
Even with the light vapours and red haze sky, it still feels dark.
I see her in the alleyway.
She notices me
Then again, it is the street
But then again, it’s…
Yes. Yes, this is all good
This all seems right.
At long last.
_Αντιμετώπιση // Confrontation_
That cackling and taunting comes to me again.
No. Not this time. Not tonight
_Έξοδος // Exit_
What have I done?
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キラヨシ Framingham, Massachusetts
This is the new music moniker of Derek Power, who once made music as The Spangle Maker. It is pronounced ki-ra-yo-shi.
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