En ole tainnut kirjoittaa ainuttakaan runoa viiteen vuoteen, enkä koskaan englanniksi. Olen kuitenkin kommunikoinut kyseisellä kielellä viimeiset kolme ja puoli kuukautta. Eilen oli koko kaupungin (Gaborone, Botswana) laajuinen sähkökatkos. Ei siis nettiä. Hyvin pimeää. Koin sen inspiroivaksi. Otin otsalampun ja kirjoitin. Se tuntui hyvältä. Parannusehdotukset otetaan lämpimästi vastaan.
Where are you taking me
girl with white eyes that see more than mine
If I were to kiss you
would I taste the spring and wind and wine
or the damp, cold darkness of the grave
or the bitter bite of sulphur
Where are you taking me
my guide, my guard, my judge
to the dry land where no rivers flow
or to the garden where saplings forever grow
yet never become trees
So please tell me
if my last breath becomes my first
a shriek of terror for a brave new world
my mind and body filled with endless thirst
for milk and blood and power
Where are you taking me
ancestor, goddess, fragment of my soul
To wait and wait and wait and wait
until Eternity reaches its goal
the Universe emptied by entropy
energy and matter devoured by its might
and the Singularity once again says
Let there be light
Shall we reach an abyss into which I fall
a smoking mirror reflecting my every deed
until I feel my consciousness dissolve
into the emptiness that binds us all
Or shall we walk forever, you and I,
not knowing what all existence is for
not looking for the answer anymore
an endless imitation of a life
Where are you taking me
girl with white eyes that see more than mine
If I were to kiss you
would I taste the spring and wind and wine
or the damp, cold darkness of the grave
or the bitter bite of sulphur
Where are you taking me
my guide, my guard, my judge
to the dry land where no rivers flow
or to the garden where saplings forever grow
yet never become trees
So please tell me
if my last breath becomes my first
a shriek of terror for a brave new world
my mind and body filled with endless thirst
for milk and blood and power
Where are you taking me
ancestor, goddess, fragment of my soul
To wait and wait and wait and wait
until Eternity reaches its goal
the Universe emptied by entropy
energy and matter devoured by its might
and the Singularity once again says
Let there be light
Shall we reach an abyss into which I fall
a smoking mirror reflecting my every deed
until I feel my consciousness dissolve
into the emptiness that binds us all
Or shall we walk forever, you and I,
not knowing what all existence is for
not looking for the answer anymore
an endless imitation of a life
