Bubbles from the depth rise with strange, salty feelings,
Foaming words draw attention,
Stones thrown down to mark the spot
Sink without a trace,
Scholars study a frozen core from the past,
But mysteries are born again in the spring,
Bringing meaning, energy, and life;
The spirit cannot be exorcized –
In its absence we are dried mummies,
Filled with it we are mad;
What is left walks on the edge of a knife,
The world divided into subject and object,
All that is not required is cut away,
With each bloody loss the earth moves,
Shaking bubbles from the depths.
Bubbles
20 Jun 2012 Leave a comment
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