Solids and Faces
Continuities of reality twist, fading beyond the reach of existence. Stark simplicities imposed, burdening the meandering soul. Complexities missed, guided by narrowing beliefs. The geometries of nature, papered over, in shallow relief.
But the raging fires burn, unquenched, consuming from within. As the embers emerge at the surface, smokey trails form, confusing to the witness.
Cool waters are errantly cast, splashed as if to drown and wash away the source. Still, the fires of inner fusion resist, burning onward along their destined course.
Dimensions collide at the rough edges, refusing to touch but in a few places. A tenuous connection remains, forming a brittle stasis. Time passes, a few common facets find tentative unity. Crystalline tendrils grow, interlocking in fragility.
The pendulum measures its period in empty beats of the heart. Echoes bounce in the hollow of walls, contrived of false attraction. Resonance builds slowly with the rising sun, energies absorbed from the first true light.
Growth and expansion, fed by the fires of revelation, born of distant illumination, crumble the futile bonds. The chaotic release of energy stored, unfolds a harmony of sound. The groans of bonds first strained, then overcome, vibrations of retreating strands that recoil in song. A lyrical melody, of transparent shards, crashing down.
From the pieces, reconstruction rises. Crystals grow to new heights, unfettered as the raw materials drawn of the condensate of freedom, discovering their natural form.
© Dave Lawson, 2000