Fished Again (excerpts)

Publié le 27 Mars 2013

My world from A to W.

 

 

I watch water and I’m entranced.

The sea beckons me… always has… calling me… calling me back…

Water… oh water… awashed…

 

I dream… I’m dreaming… I wish for a land where the land is sea…

Water here… water there… water everywhere…

Water finds it way everywhere in every way… like nothing else does…

Even beyond the sea… beyond the sea… after the water there’s water… more water… water bearer of life… beyond the water there’s more water…

 

Water puts me through a complete revolution… water makes me come a full circle…

An emotion motion… water in motion… water is my locomotion… like a forgotten sensation… just below the surface… just waiting to be awaken… arisen… water on the rise… hell or high waters… a soothing hug like on a mother knows… way a mother goes…

Water… wave… waiver of castaway life lost to land… lost at land…

In remote mode I float… I’m floating… wallowing in the mere pond of life… nutrient broth… froth of sloth to some… I reckon I’m one of them… waiver weaver in the wake of life…

Water is my element… whether drop puddle pond or pool… brook river lake to sea… steamed back to heaven falling from all clouds… and we’re back… to water… the sea… the ocean… I lose myself… and I regain myself… again…

I may be sweat… sweated back to sea…

 

Hail storm or rainstorm it’s all water to my lips…

Returning to my primal primeval primordial element in the abyss of the womb of this world only to find the pollution of our world… to realise that time honoured dream of a healthy protozoon life on earth… go back to a life when earth still had a future…

 


 Jesse CRAIGNOU

Rédigé par Jesse CRAIGNOU

Publié dans #Nouvelles Histoires - Short Stories

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