Poetry

Shapes, and mirrors Dancing, reflecting Merging and shifting Breaking, directing the light Shards in the night Constancy of movement Dilution of truth A captured moment A memory of youth Coalesced colours Rainbows refracted

We are but A momentary merging of wavelengths into mass Improbablistic collections of circumstance Overlaid by incomprehension Crushed within the lesser of many dimensions No wonder we feel existential, Denied of potential to

Another blank page But this one is different A past full of rage A future indifferent Released from the cage Into sunlight, blinking Turning a page No more poison drinking Historic toxicity Of

Always places, never faces Although the words align Dreams of journeys, of passengers But the trip begets the theme: People - messengers, subordinated Familiar yet understated. And so it seems, the spaces hold: