WHEN THE SUN SETS Dreams wash up on a shoreline. Flotsam and jetsam thoughts, that only ever awaken hopes lost at sea. I am shipwrecked and so constantly alone on island in an ocean where the climate of deceit was the only winner in the end. My island is sinking. The salted water has begun to lap against my feet. Dread, but I cannot step back, or return to higher ground, because there is none. My eyes search for signs amongst the broken vessels upon my arms. Sea birds cry accusingly, ”hu-man, you brought this upon thy self.” My longing has brought into my possession treasure chests filled with out of date mobiles, empty oil cans, broken toys and failed petro chems,’ sunken airlines and forgotten 24 hour news networks. My fresh water is found in plastic bottles at the core beneath the dirt in the heart of the island. I knew deep beneath my downloads and virtual realities that something had to give. So, here I stand at the island’s edge watching my world set. Tanned in cancer, overweight with regrets. Filled with memories of things called snow and glaciers: it all melted away.; turned the seas into oceans and oceans into vast deserts that washed away the sands of Arabian Nights. I am the only one here; the last of humanity. I am a Sinbad, there is no one left to tell my tales. video made in 2011. Piece written in 2005/6
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 03:21:41 +0000
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