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bamboo 2
THE STRAY WALKER
bamboo # 90 - anis 03.03.01

even further out i dream - into the ocean - of images - here i am imagining - you were there already - and while i am pondering like this - there appears the panther - in front of my face - and takes me with him - into the jungle - he does not say a word - i only see - the upper joints - of his forelegs - as they show through his shoulders - under the black blue fur - left and right and - left and right and - the green fresh branches - i smell - while passing them by - not minding - screaming voices - from the monkey people - we enter - the inner area - of the tropical woods - where garlands - hang down - from the trees - and colorful birds - are watching us - until we reach a temple - hidden by ivy - this must have been a stairway once - and this over here - a stone wall - where is - the panther? - i can hear him hiss - on the other side - of the building - and i follow him - like a stray walker - follows star light - the panther has discovered - an entry - soon i am standing - in a reddish tomb chamber - deep in the ground - and while i am kindling ancient torches - and attach them - to the wall - the black leopard - with his three shadows - jumps up - on a high sarcophagus - which i am noticing only just - i push the cover away - without drawing any attention - to the artistic - drawings on the walls - and without appreciating - the sparkling gifts - of the mighty queen - because i seek the core - of the thing - and shove the stone - aside - protecting my eyes - with the arm - from the light - that drags me and my companion - into the deep - in a yellow orange slippery slide - that seems to find no ending - and then finally does - we find ourselves - in a very different place - and because i cannot see anything - i ask the panther - where have we arrived? - and the animal says - we have arrived - on the other side - and i ask him - what is expecting us here? - but he does not answer - then he is vanished - and i try - to move around - it is easy - there i notice - that i am lying - in the queen's dream bed - in the bed of her mother - before her very first birth - in this heavenly bed - i sit - a thousand years older - than the tomb chamber - of the temple - hello? - there is a sound - a low crying - there stands the queen's mother - she is still very young - when she sees me - she runs down the stairs - and i follow her hastily - but stumble - in front of the first stair - over the panther - whom i manage to grab - in the neck - until we both are falling - for a push - brings us - mightily - back - into the yellow orange tunnel - and we shove back - the cover - of the sarcophagus - and rekindle the torches - on the wall - on the relieves i see the queen - and her hands - on this picture - you can see her - hunting - and on this one - she is wearing a veil - i do not know the letters - only the M - i know - the panther calls - for our return - but i am still waiting - and call - the queen - she is not here - my guide says - she is searching - for the water - and there i see - on the walls - the signs - for water - and the folded hands - and from the first extinguished torch - i take - the soot - and paint a cloud - and underneath - some rain drops - then my hand print - because she will soon - come back - and then - i can tell her - wait for me! - my black blue friend - i'm ready now - and on his back - we move on home