Friday, 20 May 2011

The Gallery

The Gallery housed ideas
Empty frames
Blurred photos
And some degree of cleverness

Fiction circled
The deep of heart
Of darkness
And pretended
It wasn’t there

And there you were
Reaching from the surface
To the depths
And there was nothing
In this art
That would take you there

Nothing to show you
The transcendent centre
Of your self
Or the Light
Twinkling throughout  the heavens
Dancing upon your soul

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