Living


"Living"

That one-eyed god, 
that strange god
the colour of the sun,
leonine, speaks 
in strange ways to me, 
waking me up
purring seductively,
message received
obliquely through 
the smaller 
sentient sapient, 
strange little creatures
of large stature visiting,
just like
I am, 
visiting,
that pass messages
through the 
one eye watching,
through grey hearts
worn on sleeves
that speak agape,
“pluck thine eye out 
an eye for an eye”, 
it says to mine eye,
“leave that for the 
lesser unseen beings;
death visits 
in the Winter
of most things, mostly, 
but it does arrive
when it wants, 
no one tells death
when it can or cannot
arrive, it too speaks 
through others 
and other kinds,
it could take any of your
Spring, Autumn or Summer
moments in its stride, 
but over all,
it arrives shockingly
unannounced,
you will see, 
in the time
when leaves fall 
off trees before any
of your seasons are 
fully determined; 
there, that circle 
contained within 
the life of things,
permanent in its
perfect impermanence,
imprinted, truly 
a circle never broken,
embedded 
in hidden ways, 
in many things,
the bark of a tree
it makes sounds
you can hear 
the cracking 
of captured souls within,
if you listen closely;
within each ring,
moving slowly
ancient stories
and lives, 
as if bound in 
a timeless marriage, 
there between 
the tracks, 
a chapter 
of your story, 
holding the 
stories of others,
it breathes, 
to breathe life
back into you, 
it breathes, 
as easily as 
writing on paper,
or dancing fingers
across keys, 
clickety clack
like a runnaway horse racing
down the track,
headlong into that 
alarmingly bright light
the horn's blaring;
it was written,
and signed long ago,
the contract; 
its words,
now you see everywhere,
like it’s written in the clouds, 
the sky then becomes 
a wall of glowing bluelight
in the long dark late night,
fingerprints become footprints
inwards walking outwards,
dispersed and encoded
for the life of readers, 
with their hearts crossed
and mind open, like their eyes, 
to interpret others, and 
the other kinds, 
like records 
music in and out of time,
still living 
in the time after
living, 

it is then, 
you unequivocally 
understand,

the words - 

it's second nature 
baby, heaven’s in your eyes

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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