Sunday, 7 June 2015

Opus 2

Picture by Phil Lister

Passing through from night to day
The line is crossed at dawn
Compass points of rearrangement
Cups of movement dipped and drawn

Tides have turned where turning back
Submerged then drowned the undecided
Swirling in a twisting wrench
Misunderstanding dreams confided

Trumpets sound with beating drums
Overpower uncertain voices
A rush of motion force momentum
Smother old ideas and choices

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