I.
I am falling rapidly where Kansas
is no more,
as dear Alice said
as dear Alice said
Where birds are singing thru their eyes
People live on flying roofs
and fishes don’t need the traitorous sea
No one is talking to me
except the sky's cornfields
in that "Kansas no more"
death is not as we see it
No one is talking to me
except the sky's cornfields
in that "Kansas no more"
death is not as we see it
but something more like loosing your baby teeth
Perhaps it brings
one thing that life outside "Kansas no more" couldn’t
one thing that life outside "Kansas no more" couldn’t
Justice
or at least forgetfulness
II
Water never apologizes
to "Kansas no more"
As it devours your thoughts
Your flesh
Your dreams
Your soul
the things you are just
the things you are just
Reflection of the past
Reality is double-faced
And you never know which side
you take a slide
It forgets who you were
as you become a tiny part of it
At the end you are just a fossil
An empty shell among others
a vacant decoration to deep-deep ground
where saltiness is no more
Maria Rodopoulou