THOUGHTS OF THE NIGHT OF THE WHALE

The whale's night must be endless?

Deep below the sun's reach, it navigates for starry constellations it has never seen. Or does it have so? Is the whale like you, raised from the stars to invoke to planet Earth for a purpose?

My nights are like the whale's.

Deep under the sun's reach I twist and stretch, for stars I don't see - dreams I don't grab. From time to time I also have to wake up, to breathe. Then sleep erupts and the dream slips.

Can my gasps for air, interrupted dreams and moist bodie, be the hidden knowledge from when I slept in the ocean of my evolution and imagined stars only when I breathed?

Jon