In the meantime the dinosaur has found the wide awoken eye of the narrator and tries to hunt it down.
Finally, as we start watching, he traps it on the seaside. The mountainous beach turns red.
Side by side they weep until darkness collapses around the last real blink of sunlight.... ight... ght... t... .
Under bridges over calmed waters
between continents and seaways
we eat the fruits of the wet
and yes we are
thankful greatful
and soon also bellyful
A blessing it is to be here
A blessing it is to fly here
A great lesson it is to be
The sun agrees and sends some
beams and wind with it
illuminating the house of death
showing peace and patience
Every little thing is changing
and yes we are with it
in it
for and in
so many dimensions
ever changing ever grinning ever spinning
in this wheel of foreign fortunes
wheeling with the gulls
in between somewhere nowhere everywhere
always deciding if the sun should rise
or if the clouds in tides
should crisscross the sky
with bridges and calmed waters
underneath
& when imagination strands
in a shipwreck
without island
it is seaweed
or a fleeting sandbank
that will do
water games
write funny names
into currents
and water jets
every drop
rhythm
information
and {the possibility of} a
rainbow
Even the smallest
and most meaningless
matter
is light
image and part of the whole
written down
to go up
SouthTyrol / Istanbul summer 2011
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