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da Vinci - study of skull

I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space

every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform

I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existenceย ย 

tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together

an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver

(any day of the week)

ยฉ ๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“— ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“
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Inspired by Paysage en Bleu by Andre Brasilier

take my dreams
mingle them with water
combine with shadow so I'll find depth
define the run, what should I drag along

folding in two, halving, imprinting elsewhere
there is no time for these thoughts
no time to rise up in defiance
no need to know where I head, only onwards
the wild is a hoax on a linear track

clarity just one precise second
separated entirely from the rest
it could be studied perfectly
and I'll live and die doing so
but it'll account for nothing
other than a stilled picture of me in motion

I feel the ground beneath my feet
the thunder of direction
imagine there's no time to feel anything
other than nothing, or blue


my view - I feel hides in the dirt
my reflection - is too coloured by hurt
my tomorrow - identity I'll reassert
my today - I'm all action, mind inert

I won't falter if I stay alert

ยฉ ๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“— ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“
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Heaven Sent
Inspired by Ascent of the Blessed by Hieronymus Bosch (with hints of other Visions of the Hereafter polyptychs: Terrestrial Paradise, Fall of the ****** into Hell and Hell)

I have heaven on a plate,
a vertical axis,
with a horizontal frame of reference.

These panels depict the playbook;
my mind elicits my play in any given moment.

We zoetrope the days away,
ย ย  "we" being the many parts of self,
ย ย  "days" being ill-defined measures of a life,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย spin upon spin.

I guess at where I'll stop - or disregard it,
as my chin tilts back and legs give way,
I'm forever caught,
ย ย ย ย  snagged upon another dreamer.

Should my gaze match,
ย ย ย ย  I'm anchored,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย washed clean of any remnants.

Trusting fanciful perfection, with eyes trained,
ย ย ย ย ย ย it is their want that binds me.

Let me be saved before the picture changes;
drag me just beyond the weight of yesterday.

ย ย ย ย ย ย  Whisper stillness in my ear,
ย ย  rest me for whatever a while is,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  before the next time.


ยฉ ๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“— ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“

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