Feet below ceiling above windows curvature
look around the foreign inn that took
you in
late last night now sun's slowly
creeping
stayed among those who spoke not of
circles
one by one just drew theirs square
afraid and shy of the sun creeping in
actor's gone there is no mask
you're up next made-up, costumed with no lines
stage a transparent glass
if the day begins preparing for night
sleep peace or rest be a frozen grave
doubt exists as the smoke of
mindlessness
articulate and express persistence
persimmon passage shouts awake
mind body heart
Silk is on the road
image: Silk on the Road - installation maquette jskewes
I love the last line, beautiful conclusion!
ReplyDeletesometimes last is best....thank you Beatrice
ReplyDeletesometimes last is best....thank you Beatrice
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