POEM FOR PRYNNE

 

Tangled web of night

you forced me over star bright

menthol spears steered towards the mind gate

mimic the reflex image moored in more than motions aspect

rusting against an old iron fence leading into an empty field of meaning so small in increments like meagre savings

accumulating slowly in a wren’s heart brittle after morning’s frost

don't ask what does it mean, but how do I feel now ?

after all this life has happen without my will

thrown as we are

clowns all dancing on the edge of the sink

spend a lifetime carving out a cave of words

sitting in the chance equations of the library

sketching a world fit to live for

 dancing into outer space

a Bhodisattva riding the rails 

eye’s watering at the spectacle

of all it has been all it will be forever

what the words unlock is immobilising thought in favour of a vehement perplexity

you knew this and let it flower into thoughts braced by the sound of air

moving in and out of the lungs

breathing at last.