Colour leach between lines,
Ink is that
which may evoke beyond the shape.
Glyphs.
One moment of pupils, flitting,
To and fro,
There is substance where once was hollow,
hallowed and whole.
Nestled among arches, tails, circles,
A god lies wishing.
He gave creation and
'to create'.
Whose god? Is there none:
To string beads of reality,
One through each,
Black, lacquered, beauty in coils, strokes.
Reason: Faith.
only a tangle of lines between known and wonder
Is it holy writ? - dark pearls of understanding
flood before the eyes.
