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calico
red, this place is
creating a babel of space & time.
Eolian winds have conjured
swirling rock,
and I am awash in the forming awe
of knowing -
this place was once under the sea of my Cambrian
obsession.
It is familiar to me, inexplicable -
whorls and waves and wonder,
Am I home?
No matter how far away the Sea may be
or how long ago She fell away,
water magic lingers in the organic curves
of sand and limestone.
I yearn to offer everything Red within myself;
blood and hair and sunburnt skin.
I build a spiral of fallen rock,
a cairn to lead me home;
the vortex at the center of my private mythology.
Order and chaos fold in on themselves;
I must continue my fractal dance with paradox.
creating a babel of space & time.
Eolian winds have conjured
swirling rock,
and I am awash in the forming awe
of knowing -
this place was once under the sea of my Cambrian
obsession.
It is familiar to me, inexplicable -
whorls and waves and wonder,
Am I home?
No matter how far away the Sea may be
or how long ago She fell away,
water magic lingers in the organic curves
of sand and limestone.
I yearn to offer everything Red within myself;
blood and hair and sunburnt skin.
I build a spiral of fallen rock,
a cairn to lead me home;
the vortex at the center of my private mythology.
Order and chaos fold in on themselves;
I must continue my fractal dance with paradox.
Published 1st Sep 2014
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