if a change might make a difference
a clash of direction
apparent obliqueness
tending to create an impression
lacking only blackbirds
there seemed only
a rainbow bridge lacking
in the situation
a gateless gate through which to
tread softly
noting new vistas
in mindscaped soul
lands
where all was un
named equal
powerful
it all went wrong not in 312
probably a lot earlier
when choices were made
in gardens
far off behind some
word curtained
diorama
boundaries set
journey
became more important
than observation
for its own sake
to test the mettle
of both parties
from now on
evening came and morning came
time was in the mind
broken apart
the one cried tears of light
into the void
wept animals
insects birds
mountains seas
wailed plants
every living thing
that creeps upon the ground
morning came and evening came
space was carved in the mind
variously carved
cut up into pieces
pre-
post-
these things I have seen
in dream and nightmare
bodies bulldozered
into bottom less pits of hatred
evening came and lasted
in never ending darkness
icy cold gripped around
freezing parts until they snapped off
great ice mountains slowly ground their way
through the imagination
leaving scarring
leaving soreness
some wounds impossible to heal
but now the day dawns
the die is cast opportunity is the order of the day
possibilities beckon
call out
witness the life of one
who passed this way with dignity
be true to choice of life over death
and daily bread
