This cinematic poem accompanies the Ordinals Inscription by Laurence Fuller
Such a place is wrought with beauty
It tugs at the veins
and the feathers of this life,
From the muddy banks
and sky where wild animals
emerge at night,
To stare death in
the face is to touch
a plant in passing,
Or to wonder through in bliss,
Is one visit to this garden
worth eternity and more?
Is to come upon the
vivid petals, pistils and
pollen ~ of lapis lazuli
and marine blue,
Or to see the greens of
deeper jade than could
contend with grass flute blades,
Or reds with depth,
Crimson, sapphire and illusions permanent and fleeting the gems by rocks that
listen and punk chant
Watch but change by day,
The rose garden that
is fading
From its roots…
To blues and greys
And in the night the
tiger’s teeth wags.
Its eyes in flame
And claws too long were
clean of meat
And knows tomorrow
comes
The morning does
make new again,
All the prophets of
the garden and its
friends
When such a place is
bound by horror, when
it is a gate to the
very end, if one
was to pass it
It should be like this
quiet containment
In Paradise my friend
~ LF
Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller
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