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