| The Well | | Print | |
| Written by Hoakz | |
| Wednesday, 01 January 1997 | |
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There, at the bottom of the well, I dwell. I feel the beam of light, from the hole above me. Is this my universe, is this my world? I float in the black, chilled water, touch the rough surface of the concrete rings. Caress the sun, reflected by the black water, on the gray-white, hard, surface. Beside me in the water, drowns a frog, I reach out and take him in my hand, I don’t have to hold him, he wont jump. He feels the workings of a god machinery, that created both heaven and hell. Like the father, I reach out, beyond the well, Remove the heavy concrete cover, ascends from darkness. Reach the world, born again. I am god and goddess, to this little frog. Will he pray to me? Will he war for me? Will he die for me? Or, will he live for me? I leave the frog behind, my destination is not the grass, but the sky. I reach high, high up, beyond the reachable, to be up there! among the highest, to dwell among the stars, all to fall back into the well. |
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