Platform B

If only we could walk

Outside the patterns of our thought.

To mark the train's old stops.

To sell the tickets we have bought.

Weather Vane

Spectral edges meet

Deep within the heights;

Drawing every searching eye.

Whispered hints descend a moving sky.

Weather vane,

Plot the course.

The breeze is spirit.

And word the source.

Feel again

Without your skin.

The body is not a vessel.

Lips and tongue, 

Shape my breath.

Flesh is housed within soul's expression.

Dear Brother

Dear Brother, 

The men have gone astray.

They worship thoughts;

They brood in the dark;

Yet do not pray.

They ponder how,

But never why.

If they but ask,

They'll hear no lie.

With knowledge, they believe they're set free.

Have they forgotten the snake and the tree?

Do you remember the words of our father?

'Reason is a tool. 

Don't let it make a fool.

Where knowledge fails, 

Wisdom lights the way.'

Kelkie kernkrag

Gautrein.

Uitenhaag.

Fopspeen.

Ystersaag.

Seldsaam

Vetkryt.

Kakkerlak.

Boombas.

Skobbejak.

Nou toe nou

Onkruid.

Sonneblom.

Groen gras.

Horison.

Carnival

In his cunning, he built a carnival

And rubbed his hands.

'See them smile, 

As the glass trickles its sands.'

Colours move - mesmerise - entrance.

Win gold! 

In thrilling games of chance.

Taste the sweet - the savoury - the feast.

Take a ride!

Upon 'Devouring Beast'.

Clock the ticking

Of the track up the spire.

Feel alive!

As the roller coasts higher.

A moment's clarity

At the apex of the climb.

Before insight,

The Fall.

Killing Time.