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Pirates & Slaves
your words never echo your thoughts, let the drums roll,
and drown yourself
You resent the world around you, denying it what it denies you; pirates and slaves,
pirates and slaves.
The turtle series
(from Explorations in C) I
i was a turtle
and swam twenty
it took me years
the best years
of my life
adolescence is way
back in some
where i crossed paths with whales and
i have now come back
to lay my eggs
white and fragile
buried in deep sand
at this time of the night
there is only darkness,
storms are coming in from the sea and nothing but fish are out there now i crawl out of the water
and creep across the beach breathing becomes a pain
Watch the turtle now
i need a minute to fill eternities, to share with you
the stories of ancient rhythms,
of a tribe of global mongrels, and visions as bright as the night
brothers and sisters,
we are floating through the C,
this infinite territory,
hugging the forgotten angels
of the memorable invention of now
our importance is as subjective as love and as real as pain
The voice within is dead now, the voice without hardly more alive, it is time now for departure, it is time now for rain.
It is time now for time, it is time now to walk out of this garden, to swim out into that ocean
that is used to breathing fire,
she never cared for those who cannot swim the darkness of burnt memories.
Her grandfather worked the steel, her father the printing machine, now she makes offerings
to the whales and the ruins.
with the homesick turtle.
The ruins left behind will come back to life
With the forthcoming rain, I love you, but as for now, It is time.
The turtle reaches new depths below a raving surface.
She swims in the mythical river, where storms can’t touch her.
In this fleuve tranquille that makes us orphans, the turtle will show the way,
we will see it when it wants us to see it.
Travellers like us know the emptiness and promises of this road.
What we leave behind generates
the hope for new arrivals,
never to know the masks we discover in this carnival that is the night.
We are members of the ancient tribe,
our stories will speak for us, when time has long taken its toll. The turtle survives to copulate with the magpie, bearing a truly human friend with a truly human mask,
with eyes so free;
and a shell so strong;
with a language of pictures, and visions so real;
with wings so powerful, and a will to steal.
Another tale she has spun now.
One more time, chance may have it, This tour de force will be her final one.
Another twenty thousand miles With thunderstorms and flashes, Putting the hammer to hot iron Shaping destinies in raging fires That illuminate the soul of a turtle Whose eggs have brought forth life.
The C is home now
For creatures vulnerable as babies, Relying on an atheist’s prayer
To swim past sharks unharmed.