It Comes Crawling

Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes

It comes crawling over sands that move like water

to this harbor in the dry mountains

bent on awakening the forgotten ways

Destroy and create the world

Smile at the carnage, revel in the beauty

and the stars above that cannot touch it

Cannot touch us

here on this lonely island on the edge of things

Still we journey on a walkabout

toward a new center and strange moonlight

an oasis in the midst of bounty

lost in the color of distant light

A place we hope the beast cannot go

If you’re in the mood for something a bit bizarre and thought-provoking, you should watch Dimensions of Dialogue (1983) by Jan Švankmajer. It’s on YouTube. If you do watch it, I’m interested to hear what you think.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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