perjantai 21. elokuuta 2020

TO THE PRIMEVAL OOZE

Let us go back
down to the deep black waters,
in the slow, strong currents
where no one can swim,
past the skeletons of
extinct whales;
let's us seek the embrace
of the abyssal mud
in the lightless sediments
of the world's memory.

Here it began,
four billion years ago,
and we shall not go
from ashes to ashes,
earth to earth or dust to dust,
but from mud to mud.

03.09.2015-20.08.2020


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