the
sidewalks end, where ghost-filled streets
give
way to wilderness clutching at sleeves
where
long scratches tear flesh doing battle
with
untamed nightmares
unknown
and unspoken
not
Safe, as the digitally preserved streets of youth
the
snow falls
step
out, over, across
escape
the tendrils grasping infant consciousness
boundaries
of thought ignored, broken
time
to face the music
strains
of forgotten jazz syncopation
experimental notes,
notes without names
shared with words,
outgrowth of rhythm and rhyme
no definitions, only
fish leaping in the upsweep of river
struggling
for life and for history; it is time
and the snow falls
cold,
lost, no fire, no light
all
familiar must be forgotten, undone
to
a time before experience stains pure essence
snow
falls unending
stark
world beyond comfortable illusions
black
mountain crags jut beyond chaos below
symphony
of awe-filled wall of magic sound
the
dance is on fire! the world is on fire!
psychedelic
gypsy colors blazing at the heart of creation
every
imaginable shade
to
cut the fog of passage through the wilderness barrier
the
beautiful wall built to keep the Others out
only serving to keep
the builders in
afraid now
emboldened
escapees dance like cats
each
in their own shadow, lightly brushing each other
clawing,
rending the fabric of unexamined meanings
prisms
breaking light into rainbow angles
illuminating
the diamond dusted landscape
sinuous
trails of music
calling
heart, calling heart
calling
mind, conscious thought
calling
what was forgotten in the broken mornings of despair
calling
down the enemy fantasy, the every fantasy
held
tight in the nexus of language and song
pounding
feet, whirling arms, snap heads
eye
contact and laughter
open
to shared visions
music
in glassine embrace
translucent and
permeable
the
baying of the dogs of war
in
muffled snowbound streets
are
lost in this new clarity
the
time has come
the sidewalks end
©
2015 pamela twining
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