There are days when the light is just so -
Angle of earth, atmospheric dust, I don’t know -
Something
Just something.
And my soul succumbs to its shadow.
A loadstone sinking, plumbing depths and
Falling
Into the dark freeze of lost meanings.
Unsouled I go about my business, doing this,
Or that.
Existing
As dusty skin cells and shed hairs,
Eyes of glass and automated voice.
Hey Siri!
There is nothing inside:
No values, no sense, no feelings.
Glimpses.
I start to get glimpses...
The larks’ spiralling rise into azure song...
A deep throated purr of soft furred medicine...
Breeze bourne sweetness from hedge and copse...
The murmur beneath bark as water rises
From roaming roots to leaves out-reaching.
Connect the dots -
No no no:
Weave the strands of my scattered soul -
Into Mayan mnemonics -
Multi coloured strings rethreaded -
Tying all the energy of this earth
Into one fertile entangling.
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