Feather and Seek

To a world that no longer is

To a lie that no longer was

There is a belonging never-achieved

Til I no longer try

To the imaging that is still there

Choked into delirium by a velvet rope

Tripped by the inexperience of experience

Unwinding meaning to itself

You are my sweetest escape

To regard in seeing

To saw with broken window

A pensive nearness

Break the pendulum

Straight into your gaze there is a mirror

Through it our future lies apart

A maze made by attentive hearing

A passing-through that doesn't make a sound

So we start to question ourselves

Is it the darkest of yearnings

Or a trance of perfect perceptions

To behold in withholding

To relent in befalling

A silent witness

Almost longing

Byline: a return for "The Sedition",  in this we trust not to trust

By Nil Solomon

Saffron Crocus, art print by Dagmar Gogdun