These many lines
Of thought
Of action
Of possibility
Some converging
Some parallel
Some intersecting
A disorder
Of subtler
Orders
Patterns
Within patterns
Within a cross-section
Of a whole
Imperceptible
Step back
And back again
To reveal the whole
With its harmony of line
A nook
An alcove
A cranny
A safe place
To hide away
While the unthinkable
Becomes inevitable
When the architecture
Makes a passenger jet
Lifting into the sky
Seem like an anachronism
From a time passed
So very long ago…
Ruthless
Than nature’s organic expressions
The subtle calculations
Of an incomprehensible unconscious
Little wonder
We have become such an affliction
On an incalculable beauty
She fluttered an eyelash
Yes, just the one
Not a wink
But a feathery whisper
Undetectable
To those not seeking it
As she knew I was
And my heart replied
With a flutter of its own
A quickening
Which rose to my flesh
Undetectable
To those not seeking it
As I knew she was
I breathe
Speaking the words in my mind
Over the chatter of thoughts
Breathing in
Breathing out
Displacing the chatter
My thinking stills
So that the maw closes
Upon the vacuum
That is the peace
Of a quiet mind
Without fear
To sustain it
The maw dies
Revealed as an illusion
Created by fear
From the chaos, rise
Rebuild on patterns scattered
Within the broken
In the darkness
A rosette
Neither portal
Nor beacon
A reminisce
A reminder
Of the light
Beyond darkness
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