Chaos and Matter II
(2004 Version - revised)

The shoes fit like gloves
onto tender hands that
caress midnight fears away

like the wandering feathers of an
untied goose ... blissfully

like the ancient artificated sites
of quarries

or a curdle forming in cream
- tenderly

capsules arrive to take you
to the forgotten forest

chinks in time play a patter past
all the rolling out moments that
gather dust under the wooden mantle

we cry out in the lonely wind
but past it whistles
sound evaporating to silence

torn before the start of life
the hand passes over the eyes in the
picture

and we pull levers
to try to close the great gap
opening up

between chaos and matter

© 2004 (2004 version 2)