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.
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