my ribs were pierced and the last
vestige of life kept pouring out.
and when the last word was said,
my body was lain among the mute.
I was a carpenter once, yet I will
Soon be carved from wood
To sit in silence like furniture,
all dressed up and well kept
with expressions on my face:
Of pain, of hope, of kindness.
But let us keep our eyes
on what cannot be seen.
What is visible is seldom what it shows.
A man I once knew kept with him a jar of seawater
He reasons that when he wakes up
He is reminded by the vastness of the sea.
And he embraces its fragrance:
Salt and water.
Can not a jar claim a portion of the sea as his?
Or to put it in perspective is it not the sea that embraces us?
Our mouths and minds are still, left open and dull in silence
Waiting perhaps in solitary meditations
or in many tongues we will talk.
and the crowd will call us drunk.
I and my other self are one.
But soon, after I have gone another will take my place,
he will embrace us like the sea
Even in places where no sea is in sight.
One thing is certain: salt.
The tasteless air will ink new births of sea.
Today let us clothe ourselves in the nakedness
of our adopted innocence. We will walk with the many
and again converse in the greater garden.
- 5 September 2018
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
my ribs were pierced and the last
vestige of life kept pouring out.
and when the last word was said,
my body was lain among the mute.
I was a carpenter once, yet I will
Soon be carved from wood
To sit in silence like furniture,
all dressed up and well kept
with expressions on my face:
Of pain, of hope, of kindness.
But let us keep our eyes
on what cannot be seen.
What is visible is seldom what it shows.
A man I once knew kept with him a jar of seawater
He reasons that when he wakes up
He is reminded by the vastness of the sea.
And he embraces its fragrance:
Salt and water.
Can not a jar claim a portion of the sea as his?
Or to put it in perspective is it not the sea that embraces us?
Our mouths and minds are still, left open and dull in silence
Waiting perhaps in solitary meditations
or in many tongues we will talk.
and the crowd will call us drunk.
I and my other self are one.
But soon, after I have gone another will take my place,
he will embrace us like the sea
Even in places where no sea is in sight.
One thing is certain: salt.
The tasteless air will ink new births of sea.
Today let us clothe ourselves in the nakedness
of our adopted innocence. We will walk with the many
and again converse in the greater garden.
- 5 September 2018
didactic,
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