EARTH Comments

You return. You leave the shore. You return to earth. The bitters quit the sea. Suddenly
that half of the earth that was sea returns to earth - forest, fields, countryside. In turn this turns
into ocean. You return to the world of the living as a disembarked Greek turned away from
the infertile. Immensity becomes solid, harvester, green and gold, fordable. The clouds are
useful. You push the bushes away from the edge, enter the wood, return to thickness - the
inpenetrable. The oak wood sings.
At the same time it is time, the double system each half is the whole, in
un-division.
That of Hölderlinian serenity: the forgetting of threat, vastness, durability, the forever
of multiple mutual loving, the same spectacle as when the world makes a spectacle of itself,
Leopardian leisure; when the meadows and waters, forests and flowers, clouds and snows
assonate in the zeal of seasons.
With this: repulsed, sensed, ulcerating, the funereal counter-current, the plot of destiny,
affliction and disturbance, the conspiracy of loss, here are morition of relatives, contagion of
ills, acerbic erosion, general calumny, abbreviation of life, encumbrance, earth past its date,
extermination of the past, dying.
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