"this is a gift of oblivion and opaque dance"

"it was written" in an old dusty book
that there is a mermaid in a sea
that there is a sea where there is an island
that there is an island at the end of the world
where seagulls cry
and eagles look proud as always

I write to portray
paint on the canvas of time and space
look in the mirror of life
and live the thick Van Gogh paint
go through the tunnel of day
towards a flickering candle
read a fairytale
by Hans Christian Anderson
wait for the signals
for some light in the shadows
silence and silence no more
a tornado and a broken flower
"I am not nature
or dust
but I am made of such"
wishing to live on the clouds?
no, just to expand the box.