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Another Appointment |
Demented days go by and the tide I
connected to M. lately invades me and my
whole being.
I remember these transparent atmospheres down the translucent hemisphere,
the sea waters poured in.
Today, the only waters flowing before me
are dark brown and mixed with poisons,
modern venoms, lead, chloride, carbon dioxide.
Yes, I can still dream of these lands though nightmares are often there
too, to erase too easily, too frequently, the joy softening my unease.
Yes, in a near future mountains and pure oxygen shall prevail
unless they send me dwelling in the dark grey basin – the cistern my sister died in.
I forgot the desert. I said no to the sun. Escaped from the city of dust.
The Sahara, the Atlas, Casablanca – The White House – down south, might burst
like a wildfire into my eyes and leave me once again
used, abused, misused, rotting in the sewage where specks of sand remain
copyright 2012
Walter
Ruhlmann |
