The man and the whale

[Carile]

He stood on the
Border between grey earth and wind
That I was told carried
So much blue you wouldn't believe,
So many tears you'd laugh or leave.

All he had to do there
While chiseling his great great age
Was to show me the lines
Of the wild one living in brine,
Whose sorrows are beyond compare:

Like a mess, a long mass
of flesh slowly swinging along
In the mesh of no sea.

He said there was no cure
Once you fell from the sky and sure
enough into the cold
Fog far from your fellow people:
He said there was no cure at all.

Then a kid's memory
Was opened to one and each tale
Of storms and death, and whale
Traveling in the foam above
To the realm of an exile.

So much blue you wouldn't believe,
So many tears you'd laugh or leave.