Drift in lyrics
Sofia Kaloterakis
Drift in lyrics © 2021 Sofia Kaloterakis
Part One: Gravity Zone 00
Encounters: scene one
At the edge of a crosswalk the present pathway breaks up to deform and reform like a 3D map
The road I crossed was not meant to get somewhere but as I swept, I encountered
a man that stands and without talking he preaches a movement of queerness as a non-form yet to be defined but not meant to be defined but to remain unconquered by words
Portals: scene two
In the blurry presence of laser light a smoke path is designed
it reaches out from the keyhole just a second before the door knob turns in static slow-mo
and what lies behind the door doesn't matter it is the entrance that durates to the next phase the scene where the hero’s journey leaps ahead
Out of Body: scene three
A landscape is barely recalled whole is rather re-morphed when described mentally photoshopped via accentuated tones and shades of light
when I move – flying – from the stairs down to the parking of the apartment where I spent my teen years I am held by the anticipation to see the flourishing green of the neighbouring garden’s tree
its trunk almost invisible its leaves brightly outstand in the suffocating asphalt
Shape of Silence: scene four
The club is an open world it never ends as it starts your dancing feet unbind following the hazy curvature of time
the club is the place where I strangely find silence amidst the noise a silence rarely heard of
but when I awoke,
in the lurking scene a woman stands firm she waives with her head signalling to me
that we both share the core of silence its latent beat
Formation of Landscape
The water flows in all directions and leaves behind one the wave-pace absorbed by the sand
then it falls for another body of desire
singing:
“these are the rocks that I am going to lay I will soothe them, embrace them for when a coral will choose to unite”
Formation of Landscape
A porous liquid new-born lava slipped over the surface and stopped
in the deep cracks
and there was -a lava lake in the place of the amorphous rusty mud
Poetic Magma
In an internally crystallized space
we collect the rays that make poetry everyday an inter-crossed intimate path non-porous like the magmatic glass
Invocation to the future
Seashell of hundred million swirls tell me where have you swimmed and what have you seen all those years
When humanity dries out you will keep the record of what the ocean was made of you will hold its foams and roaring waves fused in your fragile skin face
Matrimonial Bed
The shape we give to desire is carved in the set that make of our bedtime
a moment that lingers until we realign the polar axis of the skies
that long to unite within the lines of our touching palms
Ever After
When constellations die, an inner star collapses but it doesn’t fall apart its ruins sway into dust
as travelling atoms that pray for when you are stuck, they shine for when
in the advent of a life’s book page after page after page and another page, a face gets frozen and the lights turn opaque
Part Two: Gravity Zone 9.825
Digital Aphasia
9.35: On Screen, Instagram scrolling 12.33: On Screen, Facebook roaming vertically 14.18: On Screen, Youtube transported by the stream 15.48: On Screen, Zoom faces blend 18.57: On Screen, Instagram they are remixed 20.09: On Screen, Facebook-Instagram the load is never the same 21.29: On Screen, Youtube I don't know where I drift next 23.32: On Screen, Twitter
and by then 00.04: On Screen, Instagram captured I ‘am in a loop sense 01.24: On Screen, Youtube scrolling
Shopping Mall
A passer-by finds himself wrapped in the ads and the merchy flash
witnessing human flesh turned into a reflection of a transcendent self
like bugs without sun obfuscated by the artificial glow around consuming scams
Source of Fertility
A source endlessly fertile electrifies my womb
singing: “I am your magnet”
and like the water returning to its cavities our sex organs permeate their energy in search for a house to store their battery
singing: “You are my magnet”
No Man’s Land
a land without name
/a land/ tears apart /a land/ waits for the monsoon /a land/ holds gas /a land/ fed by bones /a land/ thirsty for salt /a land/ shakes out /a land/ drought and rough /a land/ that we thrust /a land/ that we found
The End
Diary Note Listen, now from my suspended sleep my pain has grown out of a dark end,
to change flesh and transfuse into letters of the alphabet
a day like all the rest a day that I typed in the ten lines poem of the week
following an effortless verse I wondered how humans don't believe in the same expressions of god and how have they gone all this time dispersed.