Friday, 11 March 2016

The water II: After Bill Viola’s Tristan’s Ascent.



Beauty of our fragility
The beauty of pure life
The announcements of
Drops of water on our faces.

How, how, how?
Once we were dust of the ground
Once we were raw
Once we were elemental.
Our parts divided
To water, metal, earth.

The flood.
oh take away the water
It is drowning us
We are engulfed and dispersed
We are subsumed in this
Torrent of life.

Save us
Or we will drown.

The rain goes up
My senses are raw with the horror
The dark – the slab
The rain going up

The noise tremendous.

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