Open Water
Open Water
The swell of a wave
As it hits
Your face
Mouth closed, eyes cleansed
Cold release as it subsides
And you can blink again
Distant score, stretching
Parallax to tell the
Jon Collins
Word weaver, song singer, pattern whisperer, baker and candlestick maker.
It's A Minefield
It's A Minefield
It's a minefield
So many choices
Paralysis of options
Conflicting voices
Vie for attention
Impossible to say
Which one above all
Is legitimate
Is kosher
The
It's Not Even
It’s Not Even
It's not
Even
The moment
Before
You glance
You focus
You take into account
All that could be
Might be
But before that
A time to reflect
The Records
There’s a story I need to tell. It’s long, and possibly boring, so bear with me.
“I told Mark and Pete about the records,” I said to Liz.
“Did they laugh?
All Things End
All Things End
All things end
All things die
There is no place
Just moments in time
Rebirth a consequence
A passing of consciousness
An ending, a beginning
Connections cosmic
And microcosmic
Waveforms