After each downstroke must come... |
Where once there was unthinking concentration ploughed deep beneath the furrowed brow plays for some unnoticed time the shallow stream, unbound by any bank sprawling incontinent across the hardened earth where curls hopeful the tender shoot soon to dry and cry and die perhaps unseen, perhaps regretted, mourned roots denied purchase distractions bought cheap Self awareness dimly dawning dark earth glowering in shadow shown faint tracery paths long untrodden signposts supplanted by some hellish supposition of pleasure scarcely realised Faustian in its failure to conform to the spirit of the deal Stirs slow, certain, slow aye, but certain swings the pendulum spiral labyrinth refined, redefined as purpose is sought in the compost composition of earlier efforts Kabbalistic echoes at Pythagorean intervals Spagyric self dosed and expected to make a full recovery though admittedly in some higher ward susceptible to some future ailment when once hospitality is relinquished So some escape sustained I stand atop the leaden teardrop slow it swings on some filament quite invisible scores through fathomless dimension describing what? a life? some journey? a perpetual pattern of decline reclines deep abed etching dark shadow as my body pours like gravity's gravy thick through the caput mortuum Engaged again in the chrysopoeia |