8 july 2020, limburg
on the shore of clouds
they’re waiting
before the big abruption
they’re waiting
for another noah
she’d come
wouldn’t have to build an ark
she’ll be there
this time no man will be allowed on board
but only those who have bitten
the head of the black snake
tent of sky
its ropes loos
they’re waiting
for the great journey
through fire
through thousands obstacles of light and darkness
they’re waiting
not to be destined
like the caspian tigers
they’ll board onto an invisible ark
raised with no conception
beyond perception
they wouldn’t need visa, sunglasses, credit cards
smart phones and…
all they’d need is their instinct
the ark is coming