In the course of his inexplicable existence
But when am I going to feel that its darknessman bequeathed to his descendants multiple evidence
is full of signs,worthy of his immortal origin
that I know nothing about its soul's journeysAs he also bequathed vestiges of the dawn's remnants,
into the magic, the profound, the luminous,snowballing celestial reptiles, kites, diamonds
the impossibleand glances of hyacinths
Amidst moans, tears, famine, lamentations
and cinder of subterranean wells
From Nikos Gatsos' "Amorgos"