04-30-2016, 03:38 PM
Nihil interit
Nothing ever dies, but washes back
into the pool where they were formed.
We ride in laughing, from the raging sea
on winged horse winds and westward overfly
red quartzite rocks split green with spinifex
grown in the cracks, until the canopies
of karri trees punch straight into the sky,
and then we are the sky
of petrel breasts shone on the glassy sea
and then we are the sea
lashing the shore, bringing up the wind-war clouds,
and then we are the clouds
bursting on the parched plain endlessly.
Nothing ever dies, but washes back
into the pool where they were formed.
We ride in laughing, from the raging sea
on winged horse winds and westward overfly
red quartzite rocks split green with spinifex
grown in the cracks, until the canopies
of karri trees punch straight into the sky,
and then we are the sky
of petrel breasts shone on the glassy sea
and then we are the sea
lashing the shore, bringing up the wind-war clouds,
and then we are the clouds
bursting on the parched plain endlessly.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe