Dragon wreathe, over inner shadow
China space from space | conjure
The void put to use | water | flowers
The story flows over the scene, and the scene flows with it | Pots with Sung echoes, with Cornish glazes | the tang of flung salt burning | | Some hidden destiny, no destiny at all | and side by side, always side by side | | cloud wreathe over dragon image | passing | Ancient vessels for a new spring’s flowers | freshness cut from the ground and put to decor | we grew introverted, like the Sung | at the crash site where the wreckage smoked | the story flows by | | Passing | | The rules to order meaning | and the fate of thinking | is Syntax
from the series Syntax | series of poems, commenced 2018, ongoing
This poem: September 2018
