In Reality.
In silent superiority,
they haunt the world.
Even our glorious spring,
cross hatched with their
extended memes.
Those who speak
up among themselves,
stride out into a world
of chaotic conformity
just because
acceptance of all
famed authority is
arched over with 'respect'.
Shake apart and break those
metaphoric, love raping
shapes - of any meaning,
crying out to crumble in sand-
stone temporality.
Make our own legs,
un - buttressed, gravity footed
to our delicately savage -
evolving, tumbling world
rolling, and deflecting
across deadly heavens
shake with ecstasy,
at the grass
we know
… is green.
There is no other side,
to turn to, when the greatest
show passes us by -
on Earth here and now,
is where we die,
without a word to it - lovingly
attentive to it's lonely majesty
among the star stuff
of it's, and our, beginnings.
End less we are heavenly
bound for ever intertwined
in reality.
by Gareth Rosser |