Old Old Words

drops from an archaeological ocean — to be reworked

Month: June, 2010

I have to wake up…
Fuck.
I have to get rid of these things… of these impediments…

Shit… How will that come?
How can I do that?

How shall I reach this highest goal?

Fragility, fragility…

I have to do it.

So, now, read? take notes? write?
A direction shall be taken.
A route….
Occupy a few more hours…

I have to change this path.
Not change: anker, deeper and deeper.
I have to find the grounding, the deep valley of sand beyond the swamps.

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so, start all over…

dissolved, smoothed, …

I have to rebuild myself, each time…

And I’m so late…
Far far behind…

I constantly live in the past…
I have to catch up…

I have to recentre myself…
Establish the ground…
Violently strong ground.
A radical layer of concrete and iron.

I have to be as mighty as an armor.
Moving slowly and domineeringly
Through streets and buildings…
Crushing them like trees, tramping on them like soft grass..