Poem: A Boat with Holes
Rowing a boat full of holes
It is dangerous nevertheless we keep singing with our whole body
As if the horizon will collapse sooner or later
The strings of the tide whispering words of wisdom like a magic spell
Endure again… holding on again…
Turn the mind into a hollow cavern that no light can pass through
Ensnared in the intriguing lure of green lands waving before our eyes
Something maleficent varnishing its facade
Spreading unrealistic beliefs that can shatter like a fine glass
Perhaps a result of the anomalous refraction of the eye trying to reflect something that lives in the soul instead
‘Wonderful’ we say vigorously in agreement
As if it’s sacred, as if it’s a gift from the beyond
Conscious seemingly lost in the pits of the unknown
Picking up a wooden spoon, you row again
I play the Cello, it is solace
As time pass our bodies find their place in the embrace of the blue
However, we already know
The entirety of what that matters will be swallowed by the deep
You want to cry, although you can’t
Don’t worry, my love
Please wait a little longer, please stay
Take this straw and hold on
We will reach the mainland in the course of time
Where the sound of nature will comfort our distress and sorrow
Erasing the memory of us who have caused havoc despite having pleasure in doing so, of us who have dug our graves from the word go
Thank you for reading!
-Paper White-
