Tableaux

By the time

they got upstairs

the world was no longer round

or flat

merely words

the time had come

act 1

paradise might be Lost 

we're not alone

every channel

tons of reels 

it wasn't new

the spheres broken

one by one

somebody spoke

and without a sound

began to cry

at what they'd seen

somehow invisible

from way down below

rowing hard

keeping

loved ones fed 

a chance to sleep

dreaming

along with angels

there must be hope

inside thunder claps

energy 

a natural thing

sparkes electricity

nothing fuels

the way you expect

rivers flow

from rooms

once frozen 

a miracle 

guides each step

each one melting snow

metal

thought

it's pain transforms

navigation we hear

found always

in the stars

knowledge

and it's language

story music song dance

move backwards

to understand

above is below

ancestor voices

you see

are in everything 

a life lived

with some kind of grace

teach the children 

earth is rough

sometimes pots 

form smoothly

they too disssolve 

that alchemy 

rhymes unlikely

harmonically 

war and peace

simultaneously 

seen within

rooms vibrate 

alone

their's a chorus

every mourning

free jazz be porous 

Encore!

Image: from the Tableaux series 

/ acrylic on linen board/ ea 25x35cm