Orthodox Greek poeme. (Anatoli)
(Août 2019)

From St John monastery

Wind Chimes

Snorkel: telescopic bell

St john: greek song

Tornado thinking.

Me and my tornado,
we wait. 
We think.
We wait for each other. 
before we appear.
and say Welcome to all that we will carry. 

We are contractions and currents:
mixture of icy humidity
and bitter sweet heat.  
It starts with a rustle
and progresses through the land. 
Like an army of drums in slow motion. 
It is a heavy sand that moves, dances and sings.
Running through the fields. 
Isolated in a time, graduated in celsius.  
It is a duration invented in the shape of a column which is undone.
it, imposes itself. 
Founded by itself in its time and its space. 
A residual cylinder led by winds. 

The tornado.
"I" discipline myself.  
I master this chaos because I provoke it.
It regulates and orders itself in different ways. 
I am a power 
divided and multiplied by temperature. I walk a path. 
I make a path.  
 
I am born in a material complex. 
I am a work of nature. 
I am a force without will. 
With no goal but to be here. 


To take part in the tornado.
To be carried away,
in a hot current.
Frozen in a great movement.

A particulate magnetic vortex
to make destroyed places
dusty and fragile.

PLIII

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