Spectres of Place - Connemara
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28/11/19
I feel a lilt
in my heart
song responding
as the intrepid path
winds out to touch my foot -
a filament of not-yet-known
and the reverberant echo
as I allow my body
to be carried by that
reaching
It is a strange, interlocking sadness.
like galaxies meeting
a feeling of unfathomable space between
but the oceanic ripple
makes land at the shores in me
I remember… you.
Territories of my breaking and
remaking
terraforming my sediment
There are places you lived,
places you still reside.
a cave system curving to circumscribe my core -
a soft dusty plain covered
with moss-made loss retaining
moisture
slowly
regenerating
my voice oscillates
like the trajectories of healing
and time
like the path of celestial
bodies
subtle warmth
and the tug of desire
descend into green.
The most fertile and biodiverse lands -
hold me.
I must revisit this grief,
and remediate
the deep
that has long been
waiting for me.
I feel a lilt
in my heart
song responding
as the intrepid path
winds out to touch my foot -
a filament of not-yet-known
and the reverberant echo
as I allow my body
to be carried by that
reaching
It is a strange, interlocking sadness.
like galaxies meeting
a feeling of unfathomable space between
but the oceanic ripple
makes land at the shores in me
I remember… you.
Territories of my breaking and
remaking
terraforming my sediment
There are places you lived,
places you still reside.
a cave system curving to circumscribe my core -
a soft dusty plain covered
with moss-made loss retaining
moisture
slowly
regenerating
my voice oscillates
like the trajectories of healing
and time
like the path of celestial
bodies
subtle warmth
and the tug of desire
descend into green.
The most fertile and biodiverse lands -
hold me.
I must revisit this grief,
and remediate
the deep
that has long been
waiting for me.
09/09/19
distant solitary wander
lifted like pillars
cylinder sourced and letting, relinquishing
cells or galaxies form on the surface of the lake
my skin scoured, crystalline
as a portal opens
and I see them all stretch out into the centre
soft and sharp at once
coarse and smoothing
my body collected and scooped up,
all the dirted edging layers changing speed,
further away
from the centre
the lines are not made or meeting here,
towards the shore they are instead
sunken steps, a cracking and receding, the silent stilled ebb and flow frozen in time simultaneous
echoes of the shiver span across
tiny responses all meeting and coalescing into sensation
the porous relevance
air and linear fracturing
vortexed up and out and over spilling into new structures
I am wandering and running, sometimes
distant solitary wander
lifted like pillars
cylinder sourced and letting, relinquishing
cells or galaxies form on the surface of the lake
my skin scoured, crystalline
as a portal opens
and I see them all stretch out into the centre
soft and sharp at once
coarse and smoothing
my body collected and scooped up,
all the dirted edging layers changing speed,
further away
from the centre
the lines are not made or meeting here,
towards the shore they are instead
sunken steps, a cracking and receding, the silent stilled ebb and flow frozen in time simultaneous
echoes of the shiver span across
tiny responses all meeting and coalescing into sensation
the porous relevance
air and linear fracturing
vortexed up and out and over spilling into new structures
I am wandering and running, sometimes
29/05/18
Beneath
there are tender tendrils creeping
and tiny life forms
masticating
digesting
excreting out the transformed dead
we feed each other
we eat each other
we scatter and lay
and dampen and decay
and the tiny veins
take us over
take us down
slowly slowly
we cross the ground
until we are broken
and fall
slowly
slowly
we hasten towards death
transform our withering
we eat each other
we are fed
drift down through
the layers and be consumed
mycelial skin
coating
devouring
slowly slowly
the soil is patient
we are patient soil
we carry and are carried
across and down
we filter
it all
through us
and we are dispersed
in the quiet dark
of the earth
the mosses and lichens and liverworts
the microbes and tiny bugs
ants and shadows
break down
the
broken
and dead
we are steadily transformed
we are not waiting
we tend to this every moment
(solve et coagula)
the soil
feeds us
and we
feed it
it is patiently waiting
feeling our weight
as we move
across
and down
into the tender tendrils
the arms
and mouths
of the quiet
dark
earth
Beneath
there are tender tendrils creeping
and tiny life forms
masticating
digesting
excreting out the transformed dead
we feed each other
we eat each other
we scatter and lay
and dampen and decay
and the tiny veins
take us over
take us down
slowly slowly
we cross the ground
until we are broken
and fall
slowly
slowly
we hasten towards death
transform our withering
we eat each other
we are fed
drift down through
the layers and be consumed
mycelial skin
coating
devouring
slowly slowly
the soil is patient
we are patient soil
we carry and are carried
across and down
we filter
it all
through us
and we are dispersed
in the quiet dark
of the earth
the mosses and lichens and liverworts
the microbes and tiny bugs
ants and shadows
break down
the
broken
and dead
we are steadily transformed
we are not waiting
we tend to this every moment
(solve et coagula)
the soil
feeds us
and we
feed it
it is patiently waiting
feeling our weight
as we move
across
and down
into the tender tendrils
the arms
and mouths
of the quiet
dark
earth
