How can I choose between a language
and a landscape
both as perfect as the Beginning
Without the one
the other staggers
In the language I hear the curvatures
the depths and the heights
of the land
in the language I see the landscape
an origin so harmonious
in the language I feel an origin divine
a sound...
I hear the tangible
deep inside myself they merge
the language
the landscape
far beyond categorizing
I declare myself Hellenophile
an easy way out
to avoid choosing
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