Prefaced by the Signal Fires

Hanging in the balance

Between the pauses of the second hand

So long awake...

IN WAIT

(Four colours cloud the sky)

IN WAIT

(Red rivers dripping dry)

Our bottomless well of wishes, drained

Igniting in the vacuum

Between the friction and the everlasting flame

Lifetimes amass, dormant...

I WAIT

(Backlit volcanic shore)

I WAIT

(Five pointed star is born)

As it is in the Void, so it is under my skin

Posing in prayer on the South Rim

Shrouding the ridgeline in Softness

Finding peace where Endings begin

Premonitions

Of a quickening pace,

At the rock face

Brushing with broader streaks

Treat the symptom

Of a paradigm shifting,

No lantern burns long

In this cavity

Flickering

In and out of Becoming

TOTEM EMERGING

Tied

In the mind's eye

Pendulum is pacing

Blind

In the psyche

Sliding scale of belief

Is tipping

Transmutations

Prefaced by the signal fires

Intuition

Scrivened pigment and clay,

Past lives play out at each stage

In this gallery

Wavering

Archetypes intervening

On the walls of a hand painted cave

I confess,

You are a stunning mess-

Unbetrothed to a single spectrum.

I digress,

No vow of permanence

Has a deep-rooted hold

On its host-

Mycelial

Massacre

Gnawing away

(They're gnawing away)

These tracks I laid.

And the praise it was fraudulent

Nothing sacred in my fingerprints

Shed my skin as a parting gift

SLASH AND BURN, and start again