art and words by shaun lawton
In the image of the word lies reflected it's 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 lotus blossoms adrift like
frozen icebergs forming a line at sea or live
volcanos erupting in the distance on
the horizon spewing silt into the atmosphere
an alkaline transubstantiation rite gone torrid
of a sudden in an apocalyptic immolation
of fury unlikely to be repeated for some time
adrift in the greater induction current of a bedlam
of pandemonium amid a turbulence of turmoil
unfolding in the bloom of the 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.
