Evgenia Pancheva 

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The morning is old
the clouds are playing old mythologies
in their uncertain tongue
the sky is blue like a monitor
here's the trojan horse primordial virus
odysseus the hacker breaking into ...
what other news are you bringing clouds
the deposits of time are decreasing menacingly
one should be digging higher and higher
seek for your treasures in heaven

a cloudy icarus reaches the sun and falls
it's always repeated  like rain  
meteorology is the new mythology
here I am at age three then suddenly minotaur
here is mother at fifteen with her friends
here she is in the hollow wooden cow
here is the white bull-cloud-god-dad (already different)

we are the tale of clouds before a tempest

if an ear remains to hear the story
the hexameter of the rain remembers it all