She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
Tag: Art
The quality of light
There are colours in the sky
I had never seen
And patterns in the world
I could never know
I had never seen
And patterns in the world
I could never know
Until I looked through a lens
Clicked the shutter
And took the latent image home
To explore the possibilities
The balance of darkness and the light
I cannot find balance
Without loving darkness
In equal measure to the light
Without loving darkness
In equal measure to the light
Strange Forms
Strange forms
Provoke me
To alter my idea
Of strange
Provoke me
To alter my idea
Of strange
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Iron-clad Conviction
It has always been
When following a path
With iron-clad conviction
That I find myself
Furthest astray
When following a path
With iron-clad conviction
That I find myself
Furthest astray
Tangled
Thick rains fell heavy
Through tangled branches
Stripped of autumn’s remnants
Through tangled branches
Stripped of autumn’s remnants
Leaves submerged
Under tangled reflections
On a night lit fantastic
At the event horizon
In the final moments
Of my existence
Here in this dimension
As reality folds in
Upon itself
I manage to get in
One last
Nature’s Chisel
Sand
Grain by grain
Wave by wave
Tide by tide
Laid down
Layer upon layer
Until the shoreline
Rises
Magicians
Any sufficiently advanced technology
Is indistinguishable from magic
Arthur C. Clarke once said
Is indistinguishable from magic
Arthur C. Clarke once said
But I can look back
At a time without industry
Without machines
Without, even, the wheel
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