The
sacred always hid it's true meaning
even
when glittering pages, walls and statues
the
ringing bells or solemn Latin
conspire
to blind acuity
until
the journey toward it's room
singularity
or by luck is excavated
do
candles, flowers and incense appear
reborn,
mulled and promising
the
journey begins
while
in a kind of darkness
only
a youth would conjure
beyond
forests, seas and deserts
crackling
onstage timbers buck
no
audience is listening
plateau
after plateau reached
only
actors remain
nothing
can be said
of
despair left behind
it
was nothing
there
is no turning back
Grace
puffs a sweet fugitive perfume
trailing
whispers of adventure so magnificent
silk
paves these endless roads
on
a pilgrim's journey
image:
Silk on the Road installation maquette detail 1. desert sand
rice paper silk synthetic polymer paint ink clay flower petals /
jskewes
Jeffree, mate, I love it. No contracted possessives.
ReplyDeleteoh dear twince I contracted...thanks Rob.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the 'endless roads', Jeffree, it is uplifting. So much to entice in this - a prelude - musical, poetic - the intense visual - the hidden. I want more.
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