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d="8f7f">Where I revise the rough draft — drawn upon my philosophy</p><p id="dd4e">In the depths of despair’s hilarity, where my words are speechless</p><p id="4591">and my mother tongue becomes a second class citizen</p><p id="3dea">barbaric, antipodal, held in the bastilles of abstentia</p><p id="f8af">I reason with the haunting of hope — revisited</p><p id="852b">I ambush the ghost — of a smile</p><p id="f936">I box it and Pandora rings — music escapes the pithos</p><p id="77b4">breaking the lid — I babel on the notes com

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posing the rising of Eve, déshabille</p><p id="29a5">I robe my state of undress by the skin of my teeth,</p><p id="9500">Adam, loquacious, divides the beautiful lie, and Eve unshackled, a polyglot</p><p id="b081">scribes me the language, of — the rites to,</p><p id="6739">soliloquy, raison d’être, the edge of the promised land</p><p id="4703">somewhere, a blink — “east of the sun and west of the moon”.</p><p id="7742">Copyright ©. <a href="">R Tsambounieri Talarantas</a>. March 2020. All Rights Reserved.</p></article></body>

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The Rising of Eve

In those seconds of loss, a mere blink

The second it takes to dispatch hope, and

hope lost flashes before my eyes

Those seconds between life and rebirth

between the merlons of memory and contemplation

Where I revise the rough draft — drawn upon my philosophy

In the depths of despair’s hilarity, where my words are speechless

and my mother tongue becomes a second class citizen

barbaric, antipodal, held in the bastilles of abstentia

I reason with the haunting of hope — revisited

I ambush the ghost — of a smile

I box it and Pandora rings — music escapes the pithos

breaking the lid — I babel on the notes composing the rising of Eve, déshabille

I robe my state of undress by the skin of my teeth,

Adam, loquacious, divides the beautiful lie, and Eve unshackled, a polyglot

scribes me the language, of — the rites to,

soliloquy, raison d’être, the edge of the promised land

somewhere, a blink — “east of the sun and west of the moon”.

Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. March 2020. All Rights Reserved.

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