You will ask me what I was doing inside the cliff side cave. <br />But an answer will not be given by a voice like me; the end of this happening will. <br />But if I tell you everything observed in every detail, <br />and if I do not imagine or assume, <br />I might as well from now call myself “The Omnivisionist”. <br />So I start by saying this story is about will. <br />And it went like this. <br />A TV set strolling in the desert long turned off <br />has been looking for a finger to press the button writing ‘on’ <br />Legs of iron, embedded with wheels, <br /> controlled by a global remote-control, <br />a woman is in charge of it in a lab ion Mount Everest. <br />This TV is not looking for a plug. <br />The solar energy plates on its sides suggest that. <br />It is seeking an innocent hand and it shall never rest without. <br />The set passes beside an oasis indifferent. No nomads there. <br />It does not wash, it does not seek shade. <br />On it walks with dare. <br />It climbs soft hills without sinking either wheel a bit. <br />It sides a few cliffs to meet the other half of the desolated scenery <br />And it moves to as far inside the desert as it can reach. <br />There in the middle of nowhere <br />the screen does not sweat during stroll <br />Nor does it dump in cold night <br />And in darkness I know it moves too <br />for it is never where I last saw it every evening before <br />Dawn by dawn cracking the dusty curtain <br /> as I look for her with my telescope in vain, <br /> <br />(to be continued)<br /><br />Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part1-2102-epoh-eht/
