Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The mirror.

Rene Magritte The Lovers(Belgian 1928)

It begins and we're awake.
An airplane coasting above the miniature ocean.
The world has ended.
We had nothing ready.

Anyway, we're awake now.
The land has disappeared,
The ocean waters have grown precise and clear
As cabinet glass.

Below us there are whales.

Miles below us.

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