Monday, April 14, 2008

639. Whshhh - Sonnet L'Abbe

.
by this dim moon's light
I invite you to my mind
we are meeting in a darkness
we are setting out to find

the words to the mission
we're supposed to set in motion
to retune imagination
to the rhythm of the ocean

the sea deeply wishes
it could speak so we hear
the waves of its wisdom
and the shivers of its fear

of what will come of moving
at a fibre optic pace
we forgot what we are
when we conquered time and space

[the electronic drum's]
[steady beat becomes a hum]
[its velocity can speed]
[beyond a human spectrum]

[and I know how it feels]
[to ride that hyperbolic curve]
[up toward the top to tap]
[the supersonic nerve, but]

our bodies are organic
made of moon and sky and earth
we are travellers into death
we're emergers out of birth

and the water inside you
is the water in the sea
is the water in our pipes
and the water inside me

and the water inside you
is the water in the sea
is the water in our consequence
and the water inside me

and so the sea dreams
that we will run no faster
that we will stop our endless racing
to be each other's master

stop and hear the mission
we're supposed to set in motion
to retune imagination
to the rhythm of the ocean

know ourselves to be the heirs
of water, land and air
we are sons of the sun
and the daughters of the sea

know ourselves to be the heirs
of water, land and air
we are sons of the sun
and the daughters of the sea

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