Awe

 

‘…
In the intoxication of sleep

men forgot the pain of the infinite,

without the bliss of dreams

the void lit up the nakedness of images. …’

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From the poem ‘Awe’, by Yiannis Zisis

Cycle III: Toil of the Little One

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)