2010

Without a Trace












Fire

The element of the creative and destructive worlds


Everything that you can see around you is grey
The wait has been endless
It is dawn

My only purpose is to survive one more day
here in this place
now

Slowly the sun rises, bright and clear
dissolving the morning mist
You feel its heat

At this moment I exist without a sense of time
The warmth on my skin is primordial
Infinite

You are neither finite nor infinite
Do not deceive yourself
They are words

 
Earth

The element of the solid world

Their names are engraved into the shining black marble
You run your fingers over the letters
You cry

They died for reasons which they could not comprehend
They fought for mistaken beliefs
Why?

That word is the wound from which you will never recover
Each day you will inflict it on yourself
Each night it will heal

How do I escape this circle of suffering
understand what it means
to dream?

Your dreams will only be understood by another’s dreams
They must pull themselves from the emptiness
to be set in stone


Water

The element of the liquid world

Your knife lies on the table
Your body is warm
You feel neutral

I pick the knife up
I open the blade
Why not?

You place your hand on the table
You stab down into the palm
You watch

A small gash appears in the skin
The wound is superficial
It bleeds

Slowly the drops of blood form a pool
It is no longer a part of you
It congeals


Air

The element of the moving world

You repeat the sounds that you do not understand
They gradually turn into meanings
You remember them

Subjectivism  deism  existentialism  atheism  humanism
romanticism  determinism  hedonism
nihilism

Each sound becomes the same as the other sounds
Shapes to fill an emptiness
Echos of nothing


But they are the realities of my life
of my mind and of my body
of myself

How weak your flesh is
Your sounds will soon fall silent
Eventually all trace of you will disappear

 
Valediction: the action of saying farewell