Poem: Lines Drawn Without Orderliness

Quote of the day: 
I felt the most intense pleasure in piercing the stone in order to make an abstract form and space; quite a different sensation from that of doing it for the purpose of realism. -Barbara Hepworth

image: DeviantArt/fyobyber

The escapism of sound protrudes.
Non piercing but yet audible enough.
Bound to life and noncorrosive particles. 
Even terrains can get overtly rough.

Visions spread across twisted faces.
Fever builds itself a fortified castle.
Progression was never a thing to grasp.
Blue horizon suppresses a yawn.

Polished metal of forgiveness.
Discarded along trembling paths.
Strings of melodies predominate.
Evenly spread across rusty banisters.

Lines drawn without orderliness. 
Tip toe across shards of glass.
Granting desires not impersonations.
A sculpture is a sculpture still.

Rinsing away solemnly night and day.
Submerge, baptize, and repeat.
Blessings over cataclysm.
Heavenly dusts remain unfading.

Immortality cannot be transient.
A window is but an open heart.
A photograph is but an illusion.
The revelation of sound caves in.



Peace. Love. Light* 





Current Listen: Mogwai - Take Me Somewhere Nice