From the Cycle Heraklion
When I left the city,
Or was it the city that left - but I took the core of it with me.
The axis of the earth.
The pupil of the eye.
I remember I put my heart next to your being.
In a chest woven with azure,
With my eyes , fixed in different places at the same time I was kissing the sun.
The swing of time quickly passed,
And lying in the warmth of my thoughts about you,
It seemed I was immortal.
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