Tuesday 18 November

Font of Light

in the bright light of the day

samson gap

 

In the distance
a quiet place
no sound comes from it
its myriad refraction belies the commotion

from a hill
out to a pale sun
white
and there a lemon brilliance
amongst it
falling on dark black islands
this is a strange paradise
unreal but bound in nature
this ocean cold and empty
all blue has gone to grey

zantman
crim
and peaked rocks
lurk in savage sublety
these then nothing
the peaks of vast waves
their recession into a pale world
now

the kiss of the sun their only pardon

Font of white light

samson gap

dissolves my yearning
( resolves my learning )

Its not about god
not in this human idea
these ideas sit on this ‘thing’
yet outside of it
and even nature
is an attempt at this pitch

a void has edges
something nothing contained

I am a mere mortal
travelling through a gap that is my life

in this silence
embellishing
and regretting