May Not

12 March 2017

The title is so wrong,

mistakes of the fingers,

to lazy to correct so

maybe just leave it and

mould this winding sequence

of words into a new shape,

a shape born of chance,

break out into the light,

an avalanche of ideas,

that may or may not…..
May Not

Dazed and confused…..

Dazed and confused in crazy profusion

sap falls , dew rises , winds suck,

 outside turns inside to display hidden reality

an inside that is desiccated and dead,

Lost hopes of joy becomes despair of birth

To have flown so high, then plummet and  crash

a husk of what once was, greatness all lost,

death takes it rewards,

everything that is and was and has been ….

What’s this

still  alive?

Surely not,

death is the end

Is it not?

His hand reaches out,

Holds firm and tight

The possibility of life reborn,

restored and rebuilt,

cleansed and transformed,

alive with possibility

A miracle of  just love,

absolute and eternal

Some call it salvation

Dazed and confused…..