now
I am lying in a circle of stones at the vale’s very end;
I am lying in a circle of stones at the vale’s very end;
a coiled sleeping animal
sounds of a restless roach, a nervous shiver
thoughts surface, disquieting and exhilarating
the debris is not sinking into the earth
but slowly rising towards a stone-filled sky
an eternity passes
this night her leathery skin still glistens with life
this night her leathery skin still glistens with life
she is buried within herself
how many people died to make us possible?
(more than you can forget)
how did they kill time before it was invented?
how did they kill time before it was invented?
one day we would stand together
our eyes travelling over wide velds
far past where the village was
our eyes travelling over wide velds
far past where the village was
towards the invisible, where it will be again
a village...two villages...
the old path through the marsh
the old path through the marsh
a million canyons’ worth of earth have been removed
down here the sea ground is scattered with the tools of ancient hunters
down here the sea ground is scattered with the tools of ancient hunters
who raised our parents and the parents of our children
soon we will be like them
bones lime stone cement
soon we will be like them
bones lime stone cement
if I were mud, I would rise as a monster
you are not of this world, but of a world to come
the flower is blue, your eyes are blue. blue is the flower
Words & Photos: Philipp Aldrup
Sound & Voice: Vivian Wang (www.vivianwang.net)
