At the height of the circumstances
In the breadth of dignity
In the raw depth of man.
At regular intervals I hear the stopwatch.
And I repeat at a steadily accelerating pace
Lest the mind wander helplessly
Lest the heart become a beggar.
These are the moments when Odysseus and Palamedes fight
Who will carry Sisyphus' rock?
At the height of the circumstances
In the breadth of dignity
In the raw depth of man.
And I wear my royal robe in the flesh
And I insist on feeding pigeons crumbs
and though I smell, a curse and a blessing from heaven,
the changes of the times to come.
At the height of the circumstances
In the breadth of dignity
In the raw depth of man.
And I raise my head proudly
to climb the peaks of Agrafa
even if I forget to put them on my feet
the winged sandals of Hermes.
But I look ahead and inside myself
and I am happy for the breathtaking view of the Hellespont.
The queen's estrus enchanted me
and I neglected to close the doors securely.
At the height of the circumstances
In the breadth of dignity
In the raw depth of man.
Only one complaint tormented me.
the times when the heights and depths made me dizzy
that for so many years I didn't think, and obviously didn't foresee,
innocent or supposedly from deliberate guilt,
I should ask about the dimensions with vigor.
I wonder how much it has increased now?
the population on the island of Makaros?
photo Maersk, https://pixabay.com
