Within Soul
9 March 2017

Beyond Mind
Lies a grid’s patchwork
It pulsates
Dominates
The Energy laminates
Windmills of the old
Copper Gold
Alchemist whispers
The frame terse
Brittle verse
Spells of brethren to rehearse
From core of the flame
Within Soul
Flies precision work
Needle’s eye
Guides my sigh
Lulling fumes where I rely
On your sense of scent
Reading of the poem:

Hidden Place – Björk