Time of action arrived
unsuspected, saturated,
moving effortlessly the little black leaves
on a pair of awaken eyelids.
The wind blew upon these lashes
motivating them to clarify
the tremendous hidden reality of lack of purpose,
as purpose itself.
A day was born by this in such a way,
that the bearing wind, the otherwise unbearable,
was absorbed, along with the dark,
into what appeared as the Unintentional.
It was disguised,
like many important matters tend to,
having taken the natural form
of a welcome, physical, pleasing yawn.
Nikos X: "Intersubjectivity in Concrete Dialogue".
