Category : Poems

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Strange circles 
I’m falling asleep
Double domed cave 
Ulysses was here 


Bats cry 
A cloud of black 
Rare species 
Breaks out from the past
Disturbed in the dark 
Shrieks and wing flaps
Echoes fill the enormous gap
In the heart of the mountain


Ulysses, come back!
Guide me to Circe 
With your swine pack 
The sea penetrates 
The rock split in half
By Zeus’s own lightning 
A mythical strike 


Seek out the path 
Shine a trembling light 
Crystals and fossils 
And there
In the dark 
Strange circles remain 
From a long lost past 
A path leading up 
Toward the light 


Ulysses was here 
Homer was right