Blog PostsFriends | Shadow LampThe shadow lampspills out greys winding hail passing ways to chase the air to dance the eye that calls the name of the God of sighs. Signs undone bent and twisted re-imagined as enigmas question marks on the sky re-embroidered cold replies calligraphic cosmic lies caught up in the hydro lines. The whole cold cast of allegiances shattered shutters blackened ripped up rafters wind tied to the halls boarded-up chapels ring Sunday chapters through pale white yawns of a space that withdraws across frozen lawns. Nothing more down below nothing oceans with nothing shores nothing in the water under the snow nothing to know the nothing that grows and flows and shows the way to go one sign at a time one meaning locked and rhymed another stacked and loaded ready to be filed to hide that our smiles have slowly corroded. Loaded in the dark, reaching to the center of the hall where our feet have to stumble to remember the work of all the countless hours building towers of weighted shadows in the dark to trip over and fall. |