August 11, 2013 § Leave a comment
“The cog? Is it still missing?”
“It was a tooth that was missing. Not the cog. And yes, it’s still missing.”
“Ah. Not good.”
“Things don’t just re-appear like that.”
“But they disappear like that?”
“You’re not helping, you know.”
“Yes, well… What are you working on?”
“Just a poem, Some thoughts.”
“Read it out then.”
“I’d rather not, it’s not finished yet. I’m not exactly sure it’s started, to be honest.”
“How can it not be started? You just said you’re working on it!”
“Maybe I’m working on starting it.”
August 11, 2013 § 1 Comment
Obsidian shapes float slowly in the faded, misty void. Jagged vastnesses of volcanic sheen, smoothed in places by time and unknowable forces, lingering on the edge of sight. Their orbit, aeon-slow, brings them together, apart, together in the chaotic pendulum-dance of emergence. Yet, despite the seeming infinity this procession endures, it slows and winds down. Erratic movements, missteps, interrupt the dance as the long years introduce decay and tidal forces.
The shapes crack and deform under stress, bending and twisting arthritically. Compression brings pressure, brings heat, brings the sputtering transmogrification of the alembic and the crucible. The simple becomes the complex and the complex combines into more upon more, fuelled by ever decreasing circles of light, until here we are looking out on a form more beautiful for its subtle transience.
And then out, like a bedside candle, it sputters and falls into silence unbroken.