Word and Image

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.

In the days of quiet
We live in riot
I wonder which
To fade or stitch.

Ripple and rhyme
Forgetting is crime
Deploy and embrace
Honour given to those who face.

Graze and travel the maze
Or dazzle and amaze

These things quickly fade
Can we afford to raid

Only one thing is left
In the crook and cleft

Staring back
A silent cat

Gives no quarter
Eternal mortar

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

Video and Audio – Damien Sheridan

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