.22 barafundle

barafundle.
barafundle bay.


i glimpsed it.
through the rain, but i glimpsed it.

the end.
my end,
the end we shall share together.


the end that shall mark a new beginning,
the end that grows and expands as you journey,
as you travel:
further up
and
further in.

travelling and exploring
yet utterly at home,
forever.


and safety.
security.


wow, i mean

to love
and yet be safe from hurt.

won't that be a gift.
to pour and invest and embrace and surrender
yet never to risk
betrayal
disloyalty
anguish
again.


by then,
the love will be pure,
free from all poisions,
snakes dressed up as sausages,
toxic preservatives,
artificial sweeteners and flavourings.

the real deal.
as they say,


love, peroid.


so protected
shall we be
from the ouch,
that to call it 'protected'
would be mockery.
the ouch cannot touch us?
mate,
the ouch doesn't EXIST.

terror
and arrow and
plague
and scourge
vanish, dissipate, dematerialise,
and then get put in a box
and put the box in a box
and mail it to thyself
and then MUAHAHAHA
(...smash it with a hammer).



the bruises stop here, my friend.



.
.
.(*ahem)


but there's something else.

barafundle was obscured by more than just rain that day.
it was obscured, because i couldn't take it all in.

my eyes weren't big enough.

i looked this way, and that,
and even searched for an optical panoramic setting on my temple,
but however much i tried
i could only see bits at a time.


the old thinkers had the same problem.
it's why they thought the earth was flat.

because,
well look at it yourself,
doesn't it make sense to you too?

i studied the horizon that day,
the ocean's border of blue and green and purple and grey-
and it looked pretty flat to me.


if we could view a large portion of the border all at once we would quite quickly see that
nope, it's curved alright.
taking it all in would make such a difference.


it's kinda like being given a magic ruler.
(and by that, i mean, a ruler).


balancing it on the horizon in one place,
then looking further along and seeing the gap,
would easily demonstrate the non-flatness.


but on our own,
ruler-less,
we are clueless.

still today,
i look,
and i think

flat.


(and then i remember, haha).


but,
one day,
when we're all there at barafundle bay,
we'll see.
we'll see it all.
and we won't need a ruler.
or a science class.
we'll simply know,

it's round.
and that's the way it is.


and thats how it fits together
with that, then,
and that, then,
and each cock-up has become a masterpice
and i even understand why.

our eyes will be big enough.


and we'll finally be able to enjoy life on the beach without being pestered by all these freakin questions.