…chasing forms

wendle crystalsCrystal clear it is,

this feeling within, he says.

There is a bounce to his step

a glimmer in his eyes,

sealed in a bag, frozen

waiting to embark on an explosion.

 

It’ll traverse space, darkness laced

it hunts for juices that will

only spew from disgrace.

 

Ropes and ties crack in the freeze.

He’s ready for the next stage,

eyes on him, silence watching,

only a few words uttered as

skin fires ablaze.

 

There’s another way,

he sees that now,

but he’ll keep on click click click clickin’

the sound of a machine, of ideas

just a little bit of magic.

 

‘What does it all represent?’ you ask.

I don’t know the answers

only he does.

We’ll all have to wait and see, until he returns and

says those famous words…

Hello again.

 

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