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May 2021
No one paid attention
till the water poured over
the mountain ridge into the lake
It was raining all summer
a dense gray aerial
      
sea shed
as a world ocean
over the earth, a thick skin
of beating wood came flooding
up, do not mind the animals

Do not look for people
you knów
the old world
still bubbles up a bit
from the drowned trees

The water stretches
and tautens a flat mirror
under the sky and the rainbow
My boat floats
until it gets stranded
“Arc” (1966, Ton Bruynèl)
Turkey (Black Sea, 6300-6200 bC)
Noach

Collection “org anp ark” #61
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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   Eryck and Benzene
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