Wilderness will be wild

It had been raining and the sky was oily

In the horizon sea and clouds melted into each other

Words were like reflections

rippling and surging over the foam of the waves

there was a great emptiness and space expanded

we were blinded by drunk winds

and the folly of believing in solitude.

Hills disguised as planes

Wilderness pretended to be tame

We thought we dominated fire

But were only the masters of blame.

It had been raining and the sky was gilded

On the ground flourished a carpet of grey and silver

Tears were like ashes

Flitting and flashing over the snakes in the breeze

Giants shrunk into a dwindling sleep

we were intoxicated by dreams of might

and foolish enough to trust them. 

Moons swelled and waned

Wilderness pretended to be tame

We broke the shell we emerged from

And tarnished our skins in vain.