The Shape Of Things

The Shape Of Things

The shape of things isn't always
What it seems, on the surface
A thin veneer, obscuring
That what appears as form
Is but normalised belief
A superfice disguising
That nothing lies beneath

Within the sworls, patterns nonetheless
Of matters unaddressed,
Journeys to be made
Emotions in constant
Yet discernible motion
Memories of a brief caress

No shape then, no outside or inner
Material is immaterial
The physical, trumped by the ethereal
Since time immemorial
It was forever just
Beyond our grasp.

@jonno 24/1/2023

Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
Cotswolds, UK