Water Poem

Everything is weird

Everything´s bizarre

What reality exists?

What´s reality after all?

When I smoke up all my senses

Get bizarre

I hear the noises, they awe me

They befuddle me

Make me akward

Bells of hammering

Non-stop working

In the middle of the full moon night

Hammering and chiming,

Work is time passing

Awkward feelings

All´s sensations

Unclear sensations of the physical rhealm

Unstable phases of my consciousness

I must stop

All

Sensations

Find deeper oceans of a thicker mass of water

Abyssal plain where the shale flakes down to rest on ocean floors

Darkness to enframe the glow of aquatic stars

Universe inside water

Outside

Flows of my mind

Still river

Still breaking rocks

Still wild and coarse

Carrying life

Carrying gems with glows of stars

Ride the river

Ride it wild

Then, let go, and let the river take is turn

Rocking me, bathing me, polishing my manners

What am I, crystal or sand?

I understand

A thing or two

Yet, in some days

Nothing makes sense

I take a chance

And I let go into that wild river

That sooner or later, will end up leading to the ocean

Past many rocks,

Maybe even encountering new ones at arrival

Making my way

To the vast and wild ocean.

15/01/2014