Between the Skyscrapers

saga


I once thought that I would be under water for ever.
The heavy water of a soundless world.

Every aspect, every subject must be studied, I thought.
But the pages were all wet, and the words blurred.

I was a submarine, trying to get to Saturn.
No matter how hard I tried, I would not find it.

My mechanics were too hard for me to understand.
And no one had any spare parts.

The brakes not working, I drove right into a monster's mouth.
Inside I found a stupid reason, more like an excuse.

There were concerts, speeches being made, drinks.
I clanked my jaw a lot while waiting for the solution to come to me.

I pressed a button, pulled a lever, even knocked over a vase.
I was quickly thrown in the basement.

Here I saw the bowels of the monster.
They were a greenish blue.

I opened an astronomy book, and found I was way off course.
Luckily, someone who didn't know who I was let me out.

I boarded a golden sailboat, but no one would come with me.
It was an interesting vessel, carved out of one solid piece.
It was said to be unsinkable, but I was convinced to step out for a while.
I was inspecting some tropical plants while it floated away.

I sank deep into the mud.
The fiery underground was nothing new to me.

There I lay, in my coffin, for several months.
Someone, an old acquaintance, resurrected me.

I was as good as new.
I called for my big blue dog.

We had walked for two days, when I realized we were in a vast complex.
This will be a good place to rest, I thought.

I was going to do some work, but no one else was working.
I dropped my towel and dove into the deep end.
It was nice and cool,
and I felt like I could float there forever.

~

1998