Saturday, 2 April 2011


Metal rings persisting, lights flicker in the dust, flames accompany the fever;
We move to the shadow and back, bodies bumping as others sleep
Ritual commanded by skin and material, speaks lifelines through these spaces
Standing in the mix of sweat and sharp smiles, taste of it here fermenting, Lamenting, Celebrating, Praising, the Ashes and rising cloud, under these stars;
Each one a soul ascending, and fading back into the tapestry of blue,
As light blooms and as old replaces old still looking new
The born who know it and those still to learn, labour to love within this realm, as their moments pass; dirt underfoot, possibility overhead, with history within and without, all around,and our hot salty breath, on each others faces, certain proof of this being.

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