Immortal (Αθάνατος) from Balances (Εξισορροπιστές) by Lena Platonos

I want to describe a space,
for a moment I thought of calling it a retreat
it certainly isn’t a cemetery
it is a space of successive ridges
of wild mountaintops
that every so often favor a stone plateau
and something immortal
a surprise provoked by a high voltage tower but of infinitesimal duration
because the landscape has assimilative sweeping power
perhaps the power of the desert
the lack of breath
so, perhaps as a reaction to this space,
people named
this plant “Immortal”
for what is immortal is slender
and is not swept by natural violence
a plant whose tiny flowers
are aesthetic acrobats on hard seed ornaments so it welcomes the night with indifference
the night there falls suddenly
without sunset
the day too
the only sound is an echo
of the occasional herd that strays
because of some attraction... anyway...
but the herdsman makes a sign
and calls it back
and the space returns to what it was,
and I who know this
know it only as a predatory bird
but I too fly over it swiftly
because, what am I doing here
where even if I cry
my voice will not be heard?
except that I know – how? from whom? –
that only its echo will be heard
after my passage through.

• Electro Poetry
• Electronic
• Experimental
• dark
• synth
• Greece