Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak.
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception.
Contrary dispositions act to characterise.
Spectrum of identity compelled to polarise.
Modalities of agency subjectional by nature
Parallel accordingly by acquisition or endenture.
Eye of Horus
in the dead of the night
we stir from dreamless sleep
meditative and in deep quietude
as of an impulse from the universe
we polarise our consciousness
taking opposing positions
as both the lustful beast
and also hapless fearful victim
we are both yet none in the drama
roles rotate as dream forms orbit
the eye of Horus rooted in love
birthing a strobe of light
the darkness is illumined
the light beam enters our eye
or does it flow forth; we know not
quiescent toroidal heart hums on
withdrawing the emanation
in time dissolved peace
IMAGINARY FRIENDS
Consider reaching up and
placing your hand in the
night sky
or seeing and touching
sound
flying furiously fast…
too high
summiting to
imaginary friends
Envisage palettes of neon
colours spinning out of
control
or eating speech as it
floats
bubbling inspirations
in scroll
convening with
imaginary friends
Imagine dreaming awake
navigating thoughts through
sunrise
or hearing calm embrace
sooth
until the quiet screams
polarise
dismissing all
imaginary friends
© Kim van Breda