Imperceptibly the fiery ocean turns to a
raging stream of water. A permanent
exchange of power and pressure takes
place. Elias feels tons of water above
and tries to swim up to the surface as fast
as he can. Meter after meter he covers
the long way upwards while the strange
underwater world passes in front of his
eyes like a movie. As the surface is
finally reached furious waves collapse
over him and bury him again. A war against
water, a fight for oxygen begins. Like a little
ball Elias is pressed down and let up again,
whilst the sun gives him a smile from
far away. In the distance light and water
fuse at the horizon and Elias devotes
himself like a prey to the flood, enjoying
the ride. But the waves are merciful and
carry him like flotsam and jetsam to the
infinite ocean's beach. A long s***e later
as he gets up from the traumatic journey
the moon has already swallowed mother
sun...
Across the sands of all our dreams
what fertile water westwards streams,
followed by the sun's flaming sword,
Poseidon, take good care, oh watery lord.
She trudges, drags and shoves her load,
Early sunrays opening her throat.
A tide so moondrawn in her wake,
while furious waves the silence break.
Blood not mine, a wine-dark sea at noon,
behold the handmaid of the moon.
In sleep the wet signs call her hour,
bid her arise, bed of death, ghost-candled flower.
He comes, the palest vampire,
his eyes through storm and fire,
his bat sails b*****ing the ocean's bliss.
Mouth to his mouth's kiss.
(Inspired by a prose passage from James Joyce, Ulysses)
raging stream of water. A permanent
exchange of power and pressure takes
place. Elias feels tons of water above
and tries to swim up to the surface as fast
as he can. Meter after meter he covers
the long way upwards while the strange
underwater world passes in front of his
eyes like a movie. As the surface is
finally reached furious waves collapse
over him and bury him again. A war against
water, a fight for oxygen begins. Like a little
ball Elias is pressed down and let up again,
whilst the sun gives him a smile from
far away. In the distance light and water
fuse at the horizon and Elias devotes
himself like a prey to the flood, enjoying
the ride. But the waves are merciful and
carry him like flotsam and jetsam to the
infinite ocean's beach. A long s***e later
as he gets up from the traumatic journey
the moon has already swallowed mother
sun...
Across the sands of all our dreams
what fertile water westwards streams,
followed by the sun's flaming sword,
Poseidon, take good care, oh watery lord.
She trudges, drags and shoves her load,
Early sunrays opening her throat.
A tide so moondrawn in her wake,
while furious waves the silence break.
Blood not mine, a wine-dark sea at noon,
behold the handmaid of the moon.
In sleep the wet signs call her hour,
bid her arise, bed of death, ghost-candled flower.
He comes, the palest vampire,
his eyes through storm and fire,
his bat sails b*****ing the ocean's bliss.
Mouth to his mouth's kiss.
(Inspired by a prose passage from James Joyce, Ulysses)