Artifice

Day One

 

Day one opens.

Tendrilled hands with

Loamy fingers grasp for

More.

There is a line;

No line. Life is a trompe l’oeil;

Hold fast to

Truth.

 

Day one closes

Stand tall, be true, stand real.

Can you discern a lie?

Pick up your endless story,

Crossed line.

There is no difference;

What difference?

Believe.
Own your beliefs.

 

Day one opens,

Eyes engage

Reflections, refractions, diffusions

Sense of something

Spectrum of sense

Of reality?

The deck submerged

Awash with

Non-sense.

 

Day one closes,

By no means over,

By any means.

Reality is purity

Is doubt.

Do you feel that?

Do you?

Doubt.
Shame your doubts.

 

 

Artless

 

For many years I felt you real,

I did not doubt you were sincere.

This truth was part of your appeal,

I didn’t know that it concealed

A darkness that I couldn’t feel.

Before you no one knew my fear,

For many years I felt you real,

I had no doubt you were sincere

 

 

Device

 

Nature’s

Deep cantatas

Resonate in mirrors,

Bringing  colour to dead households.

Songlines.

 

But look;

Sharp new feelings

Startling life from silence,

Breath from blood that drew another’s.

Reborn.

 

In time

The story’s told;

It’s seen for what it is.

There’s no such thing as artifice

In life.