Untitled
We are people of the bones who cast our lot in the Earth
Servants of the golden lights spiralling cobwebed chandeliers of years
Following the cart and grassy dawning light
What worlds have we now created so far apart
Our words are power and eternal
My mouth bites words into being
Carving them from mid air
With tongue scalpelling minutiae letters
Sculpting like a samurai sword with mindless mindful precision
Playful patterns pitter patter
A hum of rain
I am a rainbow
7 spheres of light moving through the water
Ghost in the machine
Fashioned in the belly of the universe
Silent choral harmony
Keepers and watchers in the Akashic library
Chiselling piano keys tender woeful soulful baleful depths of deepest love
Stairs descending and ascending in great sweeping arcs
Woahhhh
Wwwwwwwow
Like a Sufi Dervish
Hand in hand with
Dancing with his creator
At one in the dance
Soon 2
A 3rd come to join them
A myriad
All moving as one
Great chain
All now hitting those bends and turns on some great train
Some light of vision
A vision train to illuminate our brains
Same safe haven in the rain
Brothers and sisters of the mycelium
Children of the wise
Words are a promethean fire
That cuts through the dark night of our souls disguise
Scott MacBain