Each on his rock transfixed, the sport and prey
Or racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains,
Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,
Ages of hopeless end? This would be worse.
“you’ve been here for miles
What did you see”?
The stone speaks
The sky has been falling
Ice on the tips of your fingers
as you tap the table
I’m hoping for a drink.
A line from here to there
Can’t you find a way? You’re so hard to follow.
So much time to cover so many things
I thought you’d say you are in this too.
Can’t you find a way?
I want everything
I’ve been talking about you to myself
A mind not to be changed by place or time
The mind is its own place, and in itself.
O’er many a frozen, many a fiery mount
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death – where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds.
Without dimensions; where length, breadth, and height
And time, and place, are lost.
Steep, straight, rough, dense
With hands, head, wings, or feet, pursues their way
And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies
Of stunning sounds, and voices all confused
Borne through the hollow dark, assaults her ear
With loudest vehemence.
Which way the nearest coast of darkness lies
Bordering on light (which is my present journey)
I thought all this would work out after a while.
Sleeping for miles.
to be continued
There* Russell Glacier is a glacier in the Qeqqata municipality in central-western Greenland. It flows from the Greenland ice sheet in the western direction. The front of the glacier is located 25 km east of Kangerlussuaq.
Also, The Solovky Archepelago Russia, Eidsland, Norway, Sheffield,UK and Paradise lost, a book by Milton