GIANTS

5/16/2019

I wade into the waters
Of the effervescent night
Consumed by the elation
In the presence of their might

I watch as they walk
And they gleam
Giants of the stars
Wading through the stream

May this night never end
Of my dream to continue
Where I look upon gods
To see things I never knew

The water ripples
And I awake
Tears dripping down my face
As I shiver from the quake

Take me back
To the place of power
Where things are simple
Where the great ones tower

To be in their gaze
Standing beneath
Washing away the sickness
They bring me strength

But tis only a dream
A place I will not see
Until my body is warn
And my spirit is free

For now there is the memory
Of a place behind a star
Thronged by things hidden
Waiting for me from afar

I writhe in this shell
Knowing what awaits
Mind filled with fear
As the dream dissipates

There is only an inkling
A looming shadow
Of something forgotten
A resonating hollow

When I die
Sometime, someway
There is a burst of energy
Coming to take me away

As I surge through the darkness
Awash in agony and horror
My mind recalls
That I should not feel terror

For this is the place of giants
As far as I can see
The thing in my dreams
Was the reflection of me

I wade into the waters
Of the effervescent night
Consumed by the elation
Of the reclamation of my might

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)