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Michalia Arathimos

This eye has lost itself.
This one will sit next to me.
This glass of wine
explains my eye’s absence.

Now we revolve
around the grand circle
describing such
fascinating things –

And it is understood!
This one’s hands promise.
We are here to lick
salt onto the earth’s edges

together, all oceans
in us consoled.

Tagged: Issue One, Michalia Arathimos, poetry, winter 2013

January 8, 2013