art and words by shaun lawton
In the image of the word lies reflected its own
reversed face looking back from a surface shiny
enough to catch the light bouncing off the edge
of a dimly recollected wavering impression fluctuating
As if on the surface of a wind rippled pond in a maelstrom
of shadowy currents and lotus blossoms adrift like
frozen icebergs forming a line at sea
or live volcanos erupting in the distance over
The horizon spewing silt into the atmosphere
an alkaline transubstantiation rite gone torrential
all of a sudden in an apocalyptic immolation
of fury unlikely to be repeated for some time
Adrift in the greater induction current
of bedlam and pandemonium amid
a turbulence of turmoil unfolding
in the bloom of a torrid afternoon.
The correlation Ourself have managed
to equivocally substantiate renders official
queries into veracity obsolete, considering
how well known it goes without saying.
The volatile and elastic gelatin quality
of the humid conditions established
for optimal transference give the ritual
a sense of soluble freedom.
