Through multiple frames
Fractured and faceted
Broken and breaking
Or is the world
Just as it is
And all the fractures and facets
All the breakage and breaking
Just me?
Or is the world
Just as it is
And all the fractures and facets
All the breakage and breaking
Just me?
A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
I find peace, calm
In a space undistracted
By the flash of colour
Or the dominance of black or white
But from here
Across the inlet
It resembles only
A small forest of brick and steel
Concrete and glass
Its denizens
Too small to register
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
But light
Sweet lover
Always generous
She seeks me
In the dark places
Offers illumination
Insight
Beauty boundless
Marking the pathway
To epiphany