African Head Charge Recueillement
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Jungle soundshellish Greeninsects…
The eerie river winding throughpast villages with people waving by
the exotic Strangersgetting further into Darkness
in search of the true heart hiddendeep in the forgotten Valleysthe forgotten bywaysthe forgotten paths
once on mapsthat got moist and moldythrown outlost
the journey starts affectingno water no foodhallucinationdesillusionno noitcerid anymore
the dangerous animals hiddenthe weird soundsechoesblurred lines of visionripples in the watermud gets thicker
the borders between you and me and nature disappearsthe light reflected by the surface, blindingthe smell of the moist jungle, intense
the sight is getting weakeras it is getting darkeras the sun quickly dissipatesgetting more quietlast piece of mind droppedlast piece of body erased
now entering the realmthe othernessthe streamthe voidwhere darkness is truthlight is lie
reaching the shore eventuallyputting the raft into the waterall silent now
in expectationin fearin curiosity
can vaguely hear the paddlesat a slow but steady pacewater drippingwith a peculiar echo
not a soulnot a spiritnot an apparition
this is the vast space beyondway beyondthe jungle is thinningsmell of firesdrier land
so with no mapno recollectionno recallno memoryno traces of steps leftno return
where and what are you finally?