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cantata
Cantata
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere there
Was no a past to be lumbered with.
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
Getting hot and the tree had big thick leaves and
Beside the tree there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past only a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the green vale
That had grass, shade and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there tried to visualise future where he didnīt
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere there
Was no a past to be lumbered with.
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
Getting hot and the tree had big thick leaves and
Beside the tree there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past only a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the green vale
That had grass, shade and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there tried to visualise future where he didnīt
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.
Published 19th Dec 2013
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