EVEN ΤΗΕ WOOD HAS VEINS

THE RIVER THE SKY FAR AWAY THE FIRST MEMORY THE SEA

I WANTED TO WRITE TO YOU BUT I COULDN’T MY HANDS HAD BECOME FINS I WANTED TEARS BUT I COULDN’T YOUR HANDS HAD BECOME ICE

TODAY I FEEL LIKE THAT FISH I SAW FLYING AND I COULDN’T TELL IF IT WAS SUFFERING FROM THE FREEDOM OR I WAS LONGING FOR THE WATER ANYWAY I MEAN SOME LEAST EARTH IS NECESSARY

THEN IN THE HEART OF NOVEMBER I SAW HIM SWIMMING IN THE BIG RIVER AND I COULDN’T TELL IF I WAS COLD OR IF HE WAS ALREADY RED HOT IN THE HEART OF THE RIVER OF LONELINESS

THEN IN THE SEA IN THE STORM IN THE TEARS THE FISH APPEARED INSTEAD OF A FIN A CANDLE ON ITS BACK

NOW HALF WOOD HALF WATER I WAIT FOR THE WATER TO REMEMBER THAT EVEN ΤΗΕ WOOD HAS VEINS 

AND ONE DAY IT WILL RAIN ALL THE WATER WE HAVE SPENT AND STILL HAVEN’T QUENCHED OUR THIRST