Word and Image

Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.

Rounded domes
Clear but white
Clouded vision
Invisible at night
Searing rivers
Driven by spite
Leaching poison
A necessary rite

In a hidden corner
Something was found
Memories of loss
Clothes green and brown

Too many faces
Seen from afar
Order confused
In the grand bazaar.

A cloud given to obscure
An act pure and simple
Strange to deny growth
To run an endless maze

Claim a common tool
Embark and pay no fare
Head to fabled shores
Find wealth white and horned

ripple cream
autumen breeze
razor beam
tailor seem

Video and Audio – Damien Sheridan

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