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Katerina Angelaki-Rooke

To the sky of nothing with as little as possible

Through the keyhole I peep at life

I spy in the hope of understanding

how it always wins

while we lose.

How values are born

and take control over the one that comes apart first:

the body.

I die inside my mind without a trace of disease

I live without the need for any encouragement

I breath even though I am

in close remote distance

from anything that can be touched, though in flames…

I wonder what other combinations

life will invent

between the trauma of definite elimination

and the miracle of day-to-day immortality.

I owe my wisdom to fear;

petals, sighs, shades

I throw them away.

Earth, air, roots I shall keep;

the unnecessary should go away, I say,

so I can enter the sky of nothing

with as little as possible