There was an island here
that held my carnal desires.
When shadows showed
on the cavern walls
from the fire
I ate them.
I fucked them.
Tumbling into the night.
Twisting close to stars.
Not quite celestial.
Not earthen.
Not there in one way
or another.
Between happiness,
long forseen in the world
of the future,
allured and drunk.
But the old winds came,
brought a priestess
to take me to the coasts of the humans,
so I could see
their achievements and failings,
their temples and refuse,
then
I could see myself
in the words I’ve written and others
who write in me
at the wooden table
in the daylight and the midnight
that
completes the verse of the wave . . .
the one, one wave.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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