Stangos Nikos poetry
How Could Speech Exhaust The Meaning Of Speech?
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What is this place?
Here imagination is in the monarch
In his brilliant robes,
Rules of marble spaces
Where what appears is false
And what is false is truth,
The light changing direction
As usual revealing and concealing.
Your hero is a retarded child,
The master of relations,
Who studies his gloomy space
Future catastrophes, decaying words.
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