Thursday, 20 December 2007


We reveal from darkness,
The disembodied luminous
Reaching from shadows,
Scattered clouds of mute photon
Struggling, stumbling feet,
Amniotic glimpsed
Snapshots of an instant
Free from eternity,
Such as our own brief time
Of senses white noise,
Clawing at blazing bodies,
Reaching out from the mud,
And failing marvelously.

Thursday, 13 December 2007

Chamber (a painting)

Today, in your cold arms,
I get down onto wood,
The place for last nights vision;
A hand holding some invisible word,
So that without speaking,
I can make clearer,
What would only become inaudible,
If I'd committed it to sound.

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