*Alasia

Insane desalination
Thirst
unleash a ship in the Mediterranean
Fate throws back a universe of comets
you don’t scrub wounds with salt
with wounds you cannot conceal
the fault
and this bastardised docility
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Bleak dehydration
Rabies
as you breathe the Giants’ cognition
to be stepped upon with a boot or two
if you stitch your wounds impromptu
the ship shall be offloading your belongings
in foreign harbours evermore
and send back tear-soaked paper
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Earth
clay
and a vessel
a pregnant Aphrodite
and a small cross statuette
wearing a little cross on the neck.
scrupulously hidden fire
in a bottomless volcano
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My
entire
life
a tail
a nose
two legs
steeped
in saltiness
and the odour of decay
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Propagation Seed Sanctum
This holy seed
we found in a box called Pandora
- we sneaked -
and seized this tiny, compact universe,
how much do we need it.
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You and I are the last
why can't you see?
We cannot move from here
we cannot be apart
we cannot go out there.
The canonisation of their map, always theirs.
**
In this sanctum
it is the beginning and the end
it is the now or the never.
This seed –indeed- from the last unmodified pod.
Eat it.
And kiss me.
Hug me and I will bear your will
Love me and I will bear your kin.
It is you and I alone in the overspread Universe,
why can't you see?
Panspermia would've never worked.
It was His plan to extirpate us -- the Great Perisher of Life has just rooted out a whole clan
with a final, cataclysmic clash just by giving us a little box, (one’d wonder if He knew about this tiny wrapped drop of hope).
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Monospermia is my answer.
No more raging numbers in commas,
no more migrations in places unknown
wannabe heavens no more.
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In here only.
More than enough
More than ever,
the need is to root and never to fly.
Too much hope
and
too much rope
has unleashed the end
and we paid the price.
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*Alasia: ancient name for the island of Cyprus