Press the flag twice
HOMELESS WALL Half blossom, half fruit the bitter-almond crowns the wall like down the adolescent curve of purple. Homeless wall; the plaster fragments fragments on the earth crumbling elsewhere; the stones almost bare. Unable to avert fate... And then the cavity from the grave-robber's blows. There, beyond the duration in a hint of color blooms a tiny blue flower. Further still Luv you in color and between the letters, the snail's silver had managed to imprint jealousy's hieroglyphics - then it stuck and petrified. And the sharp edges that grazed my knees as I climbed to behold the Forbidden Marvel that gushed forth and altered the myrrh-bearing order amid the light. Just as it was about to become a face fear half opened too. An untaught movement led me to accept its advent. Unripe bitterness with the bitter almond's fragrance shedding profuse tears* that float on the fait accompli. Unripe bitterness, forgetfulness keeps your promise unseen and memory as allegory narrates you. Yet perhaps in the dismal afterwards again through some mistake the beauty will be recalled. (Christoforos Liontakis) * Iliad VI, 496
