The mind
cannot be fully aware
unless it thinks about awareness
but what it learns when thinking this
alters the very way it perceives itself.
Therefore, I must conclude.
We are fools to think
we can never be
fully aware.
It was a wise machine
that wound this ball of string
as tight as season rings
somewhere it started
and somewhere it ends
the whirl of things not right
nor wrong - just reasoning
wandering round and circling
like thrum of strands within threads
like clustered shards in filaments.
a universe of time
unquenchable, intense
untwisting, complex intent.
I understand.
We are entwined
beneath this endless, turning
firmament.
Skyward,
mouthing Swinetown wind -
raking moon above grey veins,
rattling battle pennant bones
above a once proud clan.
Like airborne spires -
these aspirations
held aloft but not
in vain,
like spines of hope
knowing that they can.
This glowing beast
it will tell, it will show.
Display the mysteries
all should know.
Brothers and sisters!
Imagine a luminous horse
tethered high above the land
I call on you,
support this
plan.