After Sarah Rice's "Hardangerfjord Waterfall"
What I have isn’t what I’ve got
the planet lacks a ring, anything
wasn’t here before it was there
I make up an atmosphere
Far beneath this surface
lies town from waterfall
the cracks off the mountains
under things I cannot see
After six days of the shivers
and the seven nights of horror
(it's a rather ghostly town)
everything is going over
Imagination is a working thing
like a root or the benthic algae
and the mountain is falling
like a kitchen and a meal
Always a pleasure walking out
afterwards to look inwards
often the places we are in
are the places we're not.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
What I have isn’t what I’ve got
the planet lacks a ring, anything
wasn’t here before it was there
I make up an atmosphere
Far beneath this surface
lies town from waterfall
the cracks off the mountains
under things I cannot see
After six days of the shivers
and the seven nights of horror
(it's a rather ghostly town)
everything is going over
Imagination is a working thing
like a root or the benthic algae
and the mountain is falling
like a kitchen and a meal
Always a pleasure walking out
afterwards to look inwards
often the places we are in
are the places we're not.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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