Steel / words / 2016 / Since

Something happened in the valley. The strange, and derelict. There are the words to say, to convey. A passing mind’s eye, a mighty shift. Tapestries are folded, in the flock of fools, Sewn together by raging stools. An adventure cut short, only to be abounded, And hounded, by pride and envy. A nature’s wrath comes full force, Only to beg for mercy. A time’s unwind, through space and twine, These are the mystery’s take, through due wine. Somehow, the direction has changed, Through communion and exchange. This change stands, through stained grass. A sunset’s peak, streak. A nomad’s creation, temptation. An inner stake. A care, a stare, A disrepair. She writes in stained glass, And I appear. Everything we know is wrong. It’s a different song. These days, Have been led astray. Through the garden, Grows nothing but cliché. In our time, I feel completely uneased.