Thne Ascent
The Ascent.
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time had blown away
the sand and exposed millions of skeletons and the memory of man from
whence his brain was the size of a peanut. It is bigger now, filled with
images of pornography and war. I came to an oasis, but its water was full
of coagulated blood, but I must drink it or explode into atoms at dawn.
Stronger I walked on, crushing ancient rib cages gleaming in moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way it sparkled as a diamond, decorated with
religious promises of salvation, but I had to climb up and over it if I wanted
to know what was on its other side; emptiness or the final axiom?
Since I’m human, and have no choice, I reluctantly began my ascent.
My hands were cold and my heart fearful.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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