The Child of Herakleitos
There sits a child at a shore
and plays with deep seriousness
(the stones whisper their purposes)
and knows that
you don't go into
the same river twice
On the other side
lie the untouched Old Quarters
When over there
you are not the same person
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2009-03-28 at 12:44
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