Dilution
10 February 2016
The words flow
Uncontrollable
Waterfalls
Of honey
Cascading with power surge
Imbibing the soul
We live meek
Of the sunlit paths
We choose few
Darkness creed
Institutionalised pain
The way of the weak
The beehives
They contain our breath
Divine make
Stolen lives
They cloak their shadows in us
Our essence disrobed
Some soulless
Walk the Earth like grave
Bodies bent
Untended
Lives reverse of intended
Their hearts of the knave
We walk tall
While they cut our street
Winding steep
It hovers
On edges of cliffs we meet
Time immemorial
Shifting sands
Our daily schedule
They water
The marshes
That we may sink deep inside
Have but self to trade
No barter
Lives in this kingdom
The will done
The heart clean
I shelter more than I lean
My chest infinite
The mother
She favours in me
Undying
Child of hope
Her scent ambrosia’s treasures
Moves me up the slope
I gathered
Remnants of the self
Within skies
Under rocks
They shimmered now realigned
From light and its kin
The soul whole
I sewed it my way
Dilution
Unheeded
Humble scholar of her tongue
I learn from her sway
Reading of the poem:
All the Things – Chrysta Bell & David Lynch
Ghost of love – David Lynch
I’m waiting here – David Lynch & Lykke Li
Angel Star – Chrysta Bell & David Lynch
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