The mind fragile; he crosses an ocean and all disintegrates into order.
Into her arms he goes; rip, decision, spill. Freeing the border.
The old line awakens into dance, A New One! The rhythm spins.
The beat of every blue shade. Simple: A new wor(l)d begins.
Speeding Mercury ‘exhausts’ before Neptune even meets the word.
At last the star of words burns away, swimming paths rediscovered
Read as dawning age’s Kwharavisu; dawn of the new Gospel
And all the while she sits high in the cherry tree,
Intent on the eye of the impossible.
© 2011, Amaya Engleking