I AM the
WALRUS!!
What remains is the darkness….the abyss…between the two tusks of the
Walrus. Oh! There is choking and there is immense freedom. I see my golden breath…my lovely golden
breath…I see it...Clearly. It’s so beautiful. I am crying! The Beatles saw it
too…..before I saw….and so they cried too. The Walrus…..with eyes carrying
layers of Arctic history. Left in the hot ice by Lenon and McCartney and now
obsessed to squeeze my golden breath. I am the Walrus…..Cuckooo-Cuckoo!!
There is a sharp trinity between the dark eyes of the walrus……It eats
shellfish and wonders where is Paul. What will the Walrus eat….there is so much
ice all around! Who will eat the Walrus….no one around…just so much ice.
I am the Walrus….
