Outro

By Alexandros Chronides

If you want to find the truth
You’ll have to lose some things first.

If you want to find love
You’ll have to lose some things first

If you want to find anything worth finding, really
You’ll have to lose some things first

If you want to find white cyclamens of joy on the banks of the river that is life
You’ll have to lose the beautifully thorny roses on the sidewalks of death’s one-way certainty.

If you are sick of losing things, I get you.
George and Mark and
Mary and Phoebe
I get you

You’re tired of concepts like truth and love
And loss
You’re tired of searching and searching

You want to lay on the bed one day
And just breathe and say
I have found enough
I have enough

The crow can grow
The bee can flee
The mouth can shut
The eyes too
The smile can rest
The search party can break up
The birds can fly in different directions
At last.

And love and truth and concepts like these can remain unfound.
We don’t have to lose anything anymore
Trying to find things which are so well hidden
Narcissistic Gods who demand such sacrifices

I get you, I feel you
and if any one doesn’t

Put it this way:
Doesn’t a kiss on the cheek from a “good friend”

Feel better than a nail in each limb?
Vinegar in your thirsty mouth?

Or the crushing
(Conceptual and Physical)
Burden
of Resurrection?

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