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Winter Pane
Beyond onion layered clouds
Out there everlasting emptiness
This heart to give
A heart to receive
What is now only so fleeting
So raw, unrefined, a touch from pure
Auric smouldering, grey and white wisps
Trailing from the iridescence
Bleeding red but burning electric blue
In my high-tension wire veins
Flux, imbalance, opposites
Sardonic and cruel,
Jerking the tightrope, releases
Fire from my coiled innards
All the colours so wild and free
Barely susurrant
Reflected on my soul
The eternal ricochet
It’s in every cell
Every atom,
The starving ache
The guttural cry.
NJP 22/5/2003
