on a paper slip-
a black riding horse with one foot forward:
vainglory
whose inside is unattainable)
where? who? when?
seek and ye shall find
little Lady Huntress
who abducts
the almond oj the world
high to the mountains and soars
to an age genuinely golden
truly
no money at all exists there
life is perceived as something immeasurable
I stand and regard the waves
nothing more perfect more unadmitting of decay
has ever existed.
Translated from the Greek by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris
