they dammed this river when I was still small
tiny little unborn, a dot between the cells
as a sign of it a scar here and a bird's tooth on my neck
a stick of smooth wood in my hand and a long look in my eyes
Say:
I throw myself
into the stream of the headwaters and go
always with the current
down into the warm waters
because of the oldest
cradle of the seas
and this water cannot be dammed
by the silent rapids, by the beat of the wings
I reach towards the surface of the water, I reach towards the night sky
which is so deep here, it doesn't get better to fall there
try my luck
against the power of the rapids
morning comes again
the light spins around the stone
when the shadows fall
fall them so that the light can be seen
better with clear eyes
look at the beauty
the intoxicating beauty of the earth

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