I Interstices
Blind in the absolute of darkness;
devoid of reference,
bereft of self,
lost in the spaces between.Language stolen,
voice silent,
tongue stilled,
caught in the moments between.Inner voices, outer words;
inner vision, shades of grey.
Speaking in rhythms,
talking in code.Understanding oneself,
interpreting others;
to see, to hear,
to speak, to know;
we communicate,
therefore we are.II Sonambulism
Time weighs heavily,
arbiter of progression;
ephemeral footprints.Landscapes of abstract thought,
worlds of understanding;
daydreams of time and place.III Genius Loci
Treading a fine line between hope and fear;
Razors edge in thought and deed.
No absolute choices just degrees of separation.
No designs so perfect they need no revision.Revolution upon revolution,
spirals through illuminated darkness;
progression ever outwards,
further beyond.Inner vision, shades of grey;
focus on mundane infinities.
Devoid of reference,
but searching for meanings.Closed minds;
shuttered imaginations;
pedestrian musings;
pedantic insistence.Obstacles to overcome,
fetters to be broken;
to communicate comprehension,
thought-forms to be spoken.
Interpretation of the abstract.Word - Sigil - Pattern - Context