How does one love the river?
All that swirl and change -
the fish coming to the surface
then diving deep again
the star spark light playing
a dance from bank to bank
and down there - somewhere
on the way out to the sea.
How does one love the sea?
Endless, boundless
on and on the black depths
washing over shells and bones
out of sight of land
what is there but the sun
and water that will only make you
thirst.
How does one love the sun?
fickle in the seasons
in February cold and hard,
withholding
in August relentless
and punishing.
Wash away, drown, or burn away
all the illusions
of love,
my gods.
Elegant though you may be,
there is no gentleness
in you.
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mbonica/illusions-be-gone
Video: https://youtu.be/IW0DbdHXc0o
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