Nocturnal Kaleidoscope

By Efi Kalogeraki

 

So many bodies sweating

in this damp theatre of marionettes, 

pushed and pulled 

under the rhythm of bursting bubbles 

under eyes that hunt 

for love or lust, 

for tonight or the end of time.

 

I squeeze myself through 

the clinging crowd

like liquid poured into a jar full of stones.

I squeeze myself through 

glassy, silvery, flat bodies 

reflecting aurora’s blazing laser lights.

 

The surface of the night

inclines,

and we turn into 

fragments,

symmetrical patterns 

governed by rotation, 

repeated reflection,

all scattered 

in the void

like millions 

of selves.