The stages of man. LIGHT.LOVE.DEATH.FEAR entwine beneath the constellations. fixed points are drafted under scrutinous eyes. shifting weight from foot to foot while the inks are unlocked. a crows feather begins to darken the great book, colouring night in deep strokes. a violent sky breathes outside. locked behind these windows we stand muttering under lamps and charting the future. full lamps and silver handles. parchments break out and create tales. blues are added. yellow. gold. red. symbols. alchemy. an apocalypse of satin. heavy sashes float delicately above the floorboards. skies painted in brilliance.
the winds throw tantrums... belly ache whispers and forgotten melodies. the slow chime of the seasons preparing their entrance and exit. awash with colours and temperatures. crystal viewing glasses. aquamarine stones. fiery amber. bronzed artifacts.
the slow moving feet of the disciples, clad with the wings of ravens, eyes aloft gazing at impossible heights, murmuring to the temple roofs where prophets and saints share the company of silence. their eyes measuring distance.
this stream begins and ends where my eyes meet.. i can follow it in the slow ripples and reflections. it flows beyond to the forests.
the clouds of ash drifting upwards like a million daggers drawn. caves endless in their pursuits. the whirling wind spins and spins like dervishes, entranced in its own centre.
we enter the chord theater... where the temple bells sway and guitars strum from lofty crystal rooms bathed in light unseeable... strings bend to lower cases while tambourines and percussion hasten the long fires of old to unleash their modest kiss.... women in black robes conjure voices... the light receeds leaving a bare room bathed in gold shimmers.... a throne room.... a vessel for god... a waiting room for ghosts.. where lost melodies swirl in the thick sun and dissipate into pure light. decimated bones shatter into ivory blushes as the curtain of day draws.
the swirling bells... confusion.... floating jewels and acrobats.... juniper skies.... hissing.... chants...... bellowing flames.... deepening spaces.... the inevitable loss.. scatter the veil... the light may come full and illuminating down on us in our sackcloth and ashes.. in our jeers and our escape.. in our tempers and our nakedness. in our seduction and our emptiness.. let the mighty light... the emerald voice... let it bear down on us with such might that we find nothing to support ourselves with and begin the dance of circles.... intoxicated by love..... falling slowly into the unchartered tides.
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