We are somewhere
In the middle of nowhere
Dreaming of arriving
Under the century’s
Black sun
A rock eye, an eye running with water
We are somewhere
The last eyes ever to see it
Will be closing soon
Somehow
We are repeating
A journey – never completed
We are closing now the lids
We are sealing tight the light
The mind’s apprehension wants
Goes wanting
Goes
The last eyes ever – go
Sea-water
Catches in a pool, we are
We want
Each other – at least
The wall complete – the war over
The wall overcome
And everything
Turning in a circle
The sea alight with shrimps
Fire in the straw
Anemones’ vermilion
Mercury dolphins
Say it to god’s eye
Say it to his face
It is the middle of nowhere
The place life leaves
A circle of rock
Overcome by every tide
Separate, separated
Divided, divide the sun
The star
The light
A ring of light around the sun
And the night
Find love – before memory
And before love – memory
The place life leaves
But for this
But for the excellence of this
We live in little rooms
Dreaming of arriving
Somewhere
And the last eyes ever to see it
Close
Under the century’s
Black sun
The mind’s apprehension
Goes
The last eyes
Ever
Stay
Go.
(Davina Whitehouse, 1912-Christmas Day 2002)
