Gently down the stream

 

 

I spy another world…and another…….and another

beyond this one

of luminous beast

and check pointed illusion

here is captured light

spawning

vociferous chatter

adorning

high ceilings with natural drama

now

dropping into our cave we journey

unarmed

but for our fearful weapons

our brightly decorated, flaccid spears

hollow controversial elements

reflect internal wars

and visions flow like water across our limestone walls

this is a world where birds make laws

and foxes follow

The sky’s flip like files

no skin properly separates

toes are numb and cold feet slip

even seated

foolish seeking of silence

sluices through

silver armour

made of dew

you

row row row your boat

gently down the stream

merrily merrily merrily merrily

life is but a dream

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let me be smoke

I am smoke

folding ribbons of disappearing

me

smoulder

I

in curls that rise and dance

a geometry of truth

a Pollock mathematics

that defies imagination

works magic

in the fleshly air

if you can find space i worship you

if you can prick density

you are my god

Let me be smoke

for touching clouds is my dream

even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it

 

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