Premature Awakening

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Premature Awakening

Premature Awakening
A Child"s Confession
The Smell of Morel For my father
Warm Blood
Would You Like Some Water?
Water, oh Yes!
The Great Mother

The water is my wider point of view.
Whether salt or fresh it willingly floods
the space between the earthly and non-earthly pelvis
between the holy and the secular.
It’s one of those things
I don’t choose of my own will
but I would.

It’s dear plenitude.
Sovereign magnitude. Right from its estuary.
I enjoy seeing its wholeness.
A dipper to drink, a handful of the depths,
the surface and the deep together.
A self-sufficient entity, so to say.

Water, oh yes! With no end
and with no search for it.
Sheer excitement only.

Excitement is equal to
water plus soul, fresh water
spring water, impulsive water

I have a surrogate for you
but not for the water.
I love the water
and the water loves me
our love is mutual
I take it
it takes me.

2018-08-21T17:23:03+00:00 May 10th, 2008|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 59|0 Comments