How did I not know
Swimming in muddy water
Dark sweet soil
Makes you sick
I saw myself standing on the shoreline
And asked myself why I felt pale,
and my left lung punctured
Like a wind that passes but never sets
Like an ache destined nowhere,
at no-one
I had felt it before
Back then I found a new hard work
A new time eater
Healthy soil
I had learned to sprout seeds, grow friuts, life from mud
But somehow i forgot
Or neglected it all
And this is the evil eye, in (the middle of) my life
Now
I will try and/to learn
To close the lid again
To learn not to always search for more
And More and
More
Salty darkened clay
Returns to the shore