On parle les trucs stupides 
Where? Here: 
Dis (inter) course; 
Water flows uphill where 
Ocean meets land. 
I am inundated 
By the sound and the light, 
Watching the sun and moon 
And stars 
Die in the still moving 
Surface of the waves. 
As 
I am carried 
Along the surface of the sand 
A million grains slip beneath my feet,
Sadly beautiful,
A universe of stars stretches above
My head,
Beautifully sad.
Here I stand
Contextualised in deliberation
Unable to comprehend the infinite
-(not destination though direction)-
Even with it stretching out
Above and below
Behind and in front
___ and ___ (you fill in the blanks)
All around
Truth lies
In everything and nothing
Both
I love echoes at any volume.
Thus hanging from my every word
(Second and 3rd)
By the neck,
I speak and am spoken.
After all,
The mirrors are both
Grey and transparent
And so I
Follow my own footsteps
By the secret signs unspoken
To a place unknown
And there I make my home.

Written in the year 2000. First published here.