Liminal edge of day,
Where bright edges blur,
Clamorous cacophony falling
To brief cadence in time’s dance.
The still axis of clarity
As fire bleeds to velvet.
Drift into stillness
The wind on my soul
Decipher palimpsest of body and spirit
Some crisp, new, with lightly etched tales
Others deeply layered with hidden scripts,
Time encrusted and half forgotten
A dance of analysis and interpretation
Story, question, answer,
Crystallised from obscuring fears
Dissected, reparsed, made anew.
Science and art twined and translated
Twisted paths made straight, a new map
Woven with hopes of healing.
Fresh narrative writ bold.
Held in earth, green-swathed
Grounded by scent of place,
White pillared trunk, olive canopy
Boundless vault of flecked sky
Drawing me out
Stretched, infinite, formless
Tethered in roots of grass
Lured by gilded promise: connect, belong, find meaning
in clamouring artifice. Community cracked
in dissonant schism of fragmented shining screens.
Ark of the age, new covenant of humanity
Believe and follow, enrich us, entrap us
Mammon, not Elysium, false prophet
Drawing souls into virtual shells
Hollowed, hallowed to new gods greed.
Soul-forge drawing spirit inward, alike aligned
Annealed; life-compass tuned anew
Harmonic alchemy of new-lighted paths
Wild, exultant resonance, harmonies of home.
Joyfully greet spirit’s twin,
Entangled resonance, quanta of souls
Strange alchemy, enhanced reflection
Balance and ballast
Rich counterpoint drawn bright
Motif tossed, returned transformed
Unfettered music, complex without discord
Form lifting soul from chaos
True self met with unforced ease
As ancient oak, secure, deep-earthed
Loosed dryad set lightly dancing
Paths ancient and new
Tapestry new-woven, rich and bright
Clear of tangled webs of artifice
With new minted map, love’s path
Brought to state of grace.
White noise, connecting fog of disparate dreams
Self-shards scattered, fragmented masks
True instinct clouded, constructed cosmesis
Ensnared in tangled webs of projection
Flat fragments of perfect perception through warped lens
Absolution at the last supper of consumption.
Transmuted child-mind, curious, questing,
A revisaged sphere vivid, new, unbound.
Unfettered dreams flow through lens
Of human synthesis, crystalline truths
from rivers of thoughts. Improbable visions
Manifest with new code of courage.
Cold light of long dark cedes to soft warmth
Faint and sparse, hoarded by parklands swelling denizens
Bathing in hope among swathes of early blooms,
Enduring constants through eons of resurrected gods.
Winters sparse fractal symmetry softened now
Reclothed in verdant green and fleeting flowerings.
Creeping veil of verdant life resurgent
An indomitable tide drawing us out in its wake
No longer damp downcast shuffling units of muted grey
New growth of plants gifts hearts with youthful joy
Winters cloaks cast aside, new-clad in bright gossamer threads
A human chrysalis of form and spirit.