notes taken in the field 2
this i find mixed
but what is this?
gravitational stars collapse
sucking in all light and sound
composing in his lab at night
pen and paper set out in flight
an esoteric mission ciphering
syllables into small words
checking all symbols
souls sleep while they creep
rats scurry to avoid the rush
and scanning eyes
the imitators can steal the idea
but not the philosophy behind it
no omens – work honestly
and they pay speckled dust
nemesis less genesis withers
into minus distributing due course
strengthen us until we depart
reverse the fear, i DEA
take heed / do read / reverse
the scheme and swim in the sea
for i see you in me everyday
dysfunctional operations
digging coal to fuel the fire
the screen reflects a fusion
functioning atoms and particles
too small to perceive
slid into the world from mother
and with screams her pain
turns to exhilaration:
by the way on your travels
look for the black cat prowling
it turns into a swooping crow
visible when the lane is unperturbed
migrating over the sky.
Poem: Ardwick Green’s Secrets: Dalton, Graveyards & Gothic Echoes