17/09/25

But did I not see the view

the way up
I didn't expect that
not a hill no, it's a huge high mountain
and the peaks turn around behind me
and suddenly the earth is gone
and there lies the terrible ocean
far and wide with no horizon
and everything is turning around me
I can't look up because everything
is spinning under me
the puppy barks next to me
the sweat on my hands is sticky
it's wet and slippery is the island there
and the white foam beating around it
the puppy is eating fish next to me
the fog thunders over us
it seeps down the heights of the slopes
I’m trapped, how do I look up again
with this here spinning brain of mine
I look down at my sticky hands
the fish that tastes salty in my mouth
with the pills I swallow to calm down
the puppy now lies still on my lap
I rub his little body
he licks my sticky old hand
I didn't expect it
why can't I handle things calmly
on a high mountain with others
stand back, all relaxed
and enjoy the view
but it pulls me down
I’m gonna fall into the yonder depth
of tha cold, old, creepy mountain
join old Orpheus in the underworld
go and live with the Darius-dwarfs
the inhabitants of the inner caves
it was horrible
I couldn't even look out
I could only look down
my head resting in my hands
it was awful, but !
I came up here
I can get down
from here
slowly
fear no more, sweet lady Phenore
the end is near, the end is here
I follow a bicycle
a dapper lad
with all tha right gear
the puppy barks happily
he is now all excited
for our next adventure
when we’ll swim
in the ice-cold waves
off the West Coast’s sands
down slowly, get calm
and concentrate
I have done it
me and tha wee leetle puppy
and
my klein pienk pilletjies
with the light over the ocean
the earth disappeared
shifted, changed
became a rocky hill
I only had one foot on it
and everything became
sea

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