Seeker In that dream in that world that was the world of the things between the things that we experience, the world behind and around us that lays it out for what it truly is, shows us as we are without having to ask any questions I was the creatures that run in the dark and hide I was a skulk and I left every room you entered and turned my back to protect my pack In the long and colourful night I made my own reprieve and turned infinitely inwards against the predators I felt and often heard beyond me My skin was impenetrable craggy stone that outlasted centuries and all the men who travelled there and made their lives upon it Forests thick, full of the unending agitation of wildlife that grew from my peaks and cascaded down to the water that told my boundary I was the protection of my arms shoulders and hip where civilisation repeated itself endlessly and told the story of natural beauty when I know that nature is a fortress and can’t hear stories of its own beauty Inside this air is another and a million lives that catch sometimes in my throat: creep hide protect resist my majesty and the world a term of days played out in me You are a seeker on the shore
Senbaruzu Time is slow and while we wait we’ll use the space for other things like, the gentle folding of paper wings to be constructed one by one and we’ll manage through each sharpened crease to smooth ourselves and hang with strings our progress and if while we are concentrating on paper birds shaped in hands we are interrupted in our task and turn away let it be to better things allow the wish we worked towards to stay unwished on uncreased pages while we find the greater prize and stand, hands empty in awe of birds free of strings that fly
Lines They thought it fine to skate and dive and carve the night up with a line they teased the line to concrete shapes that moved from mind to brittle page and drew the night on papered walls to fill the blank and aching space and soon they’d filled each corner in and inked new shapes into the gaps they moved from walls to fill the floors where footprints usually fall then drew upon the backs of doors on empty chairs and tabletops on the undersides of things they added texture to the dark and before they could stop they’d painted one another’s skin black and colour filled it in but they craved more wished to have no space for living in so they tore the edges of the room the lines that keep out this from that the lines that slowly divide the time they rent them out they ripped them up till nothing was divided up and the space between things emptied out and folded in and they were sitting skin to skin They put their faith on empty space and all the things that we keep in they let it out and let it walk itself about