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The magician dives deep Far beyond to face his fears The magician doesn’t sleep...
At first, there is the feeling of the body. An awareness...
Suspended to float or drop, Resting on the skin of water, Waiting to sink into the clouds...
It's a whisper to start A murmer heard in the dark Was that my name on the wind...
Sorrow felt, creating tears of life Salt rubbed wounds Falling from a face of light...
As above, so below
As orange, so blue Hands holding, hands giving...
Who mimics who Between the snake and the river? I suppose neither when...
Willpower, I call on you Be with me
As I go back down and inwards...
One moment She’s calm like a morning lake Next, she’s wild as ocean rain...
Beginning without an end in sight A vigil like any other
In the darkness and alone...
A narrated poem, written and filmed on a walk up a mountain above Hout Bay, Cape Town.
CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA
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