Curious imagination stream while walking along the eastern beach of Whidbey Island, maybe 2006, and dreaming about the Kraken. Because that's normal.
AT THE END OF THE WORLD:
formless and nameless in the endless sea,
deep within the bowels of the earth,
she is sleeping
black and green
deep and dark
and slowly churning
every deep breath an earthquake
rumbling from the bottom of the ocean
a quiet roar that i feel in my bones
. . .
scratched across desert sands
my hands tired and bruised
painting faces in the endless earth
the words and history
the voices of a thousand years
still echo, deep within my mind
a thousand years and each breath
lasts a lifetime
. . .
and she dreams
monstrous dreams
of the sea sucked up
and tumbling the earth into her terrible maw
for she shall awake
and swallow the world
. . .
and i, a shadow of myself
a small and broken thing
. . .
quiet echoes through the halls and caverns
and dusty footprints to mark my passage
time has come and time has gone again
and if time had no end there would be no need
but i am writing the universe
pages upon pages
and when there is no more paper
and i am writing on the earth
so that someone will remember
. . .
i, a shadow of myself
if time allows
will take it all in
so that this will not be forgotten
i am
patiently waiting
pen and ink and steady hand
