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Vision Tunnel
Graeme McAllister
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Blazing Flame ………………
March Movements ………………
Ab Initio Ad Astra ………………
Albert ………………
Evolutionary Exile ………………
Saturn Cycles ………………
Hawk Mind ………………
Black Diamonds ………………
Listen Young Man ………………
System of a Soul ………………
Colour Mirrors ………………
Vision Tunnel ………………
Demeter ………………
Spoken ………………
Memories Meld ………………
Aria’s Awe ………………
La Mer ………………
Abandon ………………
Lough and Key ………………
Vision Tunnel
Blazing Flame
Egypt’s ancients, paperback mystics,
Such enlightenment to prove.
A quiet fact amongst the physicists
In solid form, we shake, we move.
Diamonds dance in empty hands,
A glimmer in a facial fold,
Heart’s veins aflame with molten strands,
Cherished less than freezing gold.
Paused in position and place,
Electric dancers noted, named.
Sliding into system and shape,
Fact fantastic, blazing flame.
March Movements
Quiet blooms flex steel strands
Bending, breaking earthly bones.
Precision moves beneath the sands;
Revealing, raising painted thrones.
Daylight dancer cross the sky,
Shift your veil just to one side.
Golden skin against the grey,
Subtle glimpses tease, entice.
March Movements warm the hands,
Draw curling ciphers from the bones.
Swirling inks extend their strands,
Recalled to warm winter snows.
Ab Initio Ad Astra
The morning mists that seek a home,
Bind silver shells in ivory domes.
Ab initio ad astra
One circle course with varied scenes,
The roads restart, signpost new dreams.
Ab initio ad astra
Loud, deepening drums pull fast like sails,
Sleepers’ words wander paper trails.
Ab initio ad astra
Held salted seas within these forms,
What golden gains could calm their storms?
Ab initio ad astra
Albert
He measured the cosmos in a single sum,
Plotting the patterns woven by light.
He showed them the secrets and he felt delight.
When the world danced to the rhythm of a war drum,
He witnessed the madness of what we’d become.
He said; “I endeavoured to broaden their sight,
But one thousand suns burned and the world turned to night.”
They stop just at the brink of coming undone.
Knowledge climbs quickly but understanding is slow.
All children who run shall eventually fall,
Spinning again, too heedless to remember.
The last generation’s lessons are a distant echo,
As scientists and philosophers follow the call.
What shall we do with the secrets of the Hadron Collider?
Evolutionary Exile
Soft chimes play on my ribcage; Neanderthal, alien
That blinking lights can't lull to sleep.
Moves beyond the liquid crystal lens,
3D mediocrity fades out, colours smooth, deep.
Sculpted drumbeats, engraved signals,
Spiral pathways blur the start, the edge.
Memory, sight, reverie; swirl, intermingle,
Ego slips from core to edge.
Ancestral circles and Linked formations
Hold simian shadows, wild, aligned.
Nerves spark, explode; primal constellations
Beyond slowly shrinking carbon cycles.
Saturn Cycles
As Saturn's cycle reaches its start,
My colliding thoughts race to match the speed,
Of the machines that carry them across the sea.
They seek to separate reality from suggestion,
A quiet voice that echoes a timeless question,
Can Absolution be found in a work of art?
Hawk Mind
Who writes laws of astral economics
Without a biological insurance policy?
Still, cunning hands play stellar harmonics,
Compose logical sonnets, fractal poetry.
Tracks with patience and ease,
Sparks rush, collide without control.
Symbols flow, slide into the soul,
Passing ghosts; pages remain pure, clean.
Hawking’s mind taking flight
Through infinity? No words describe
Rhythms, pulses; savage, bright.
Inspiring awe, fear in technological tribes.
Time; Predator, chaser, Chronos
Tied in an equation’s subtle elegance.
Clockwork revelry, suggestions of sentience,
Connected, locked; Collected, lost.
Black Diamonds
Black diamonds disturbing thinkers
From labours for the masses.
A defiant star, cause, effect, collapses
Illuminated, futile, final answers.
Movements of a million brothers
Elude, taunt the learned classes,
Collected, Questioned, facts statistics.
Relative motion's darkest mirror
Rotation, regression, Illumination, Illusion.
Society strives to bridge, mend
The distance between science and seers
Defiant dancing, effervescing electron.
Answers, answers, the masses demand.
Black diamonds disturbing thinkers.
Listen Young Man
EYES ABSORB THE CEASELESS SHAPES
PATTERNED WATERS PILE THEIR WAVES,
SIGNALS RUN THE COILING CORRIDORS
TAPESTRIES OF CRAWLING COLOURS
ANCIENT STARS SUSPEND THEIR ENTROPY.
THAT SLIP, THAT SPILL IN OILY POOLS.
CEASELESS SHAPES THAT BURST, THAT BLOOM.
TO STROKE, TO STEER THE REACHING THREADS.
STRETCH ACROSS THE GRANITE BENDS.
TO SHAKE, TO SWIRL DARKNESS, LIGHTS.
THE MOON'S CURVE HAS SMOOTHED TONIGHT.
If the stars drift from an explosion,
One thing remains true.
If the stars orbits’ are frozen,
One thing remains true.
Ideas are engines, remember this young man.
Find worthwhile work for them to do.
Dreams make demands, remember this young man.
Follow the instructions they impart to you.
They’re lost when you don’t steer them,
Like ghosts slipping through.
They stop when you don’t hear them,
Like ghosts slipping through.
Words have wings, remember this young man.
Save the sights they take you to.
Vision is a vehicle, remember this young man.
Plan the path that it clears for you.
It was left to sour in introspective rooms,
All that changed was the view.
It was allowed to flower in extrospective blooms,
All that changed was the view.
System of a Soul
Hydraulic Hearts and Neural Networks,
In perfect rhythm and Control.
Is the mind controlled by chemicals,
Or do the cells obey the soul?
Colour Mirrors
EYES ABSORB THE CEASELESS SHAPES
PATTERNED WATERS PILE THEIR WAVES,
SIGNALS RUN THE COILING CORRIDORS
TAPESTRIES OF CRAWLING COLOURS
ANCIENT STARS SUSPEND THEIR ENTROPY.
THAT SLIP, THAT SPILL IN OILY POOLS.
CEASELESS SHAPES THAT BURST, THAT BLOOM.
TO STROKE, TO STEER THE REACHING THREADS.
STRETCH ACROSS THE GRANITE BENDS.
TO SHAKE, TO SWIRL DARKNESS, LIGHTS.
THE MOON'S CURVE HAS SMOOTHED TONIGHT.
The millions march in ordered step,
Beneath the gloom of charcoal skies.
They're buds upon a concrete carpet,
The coloured mirrors of the mind.
A slinking shoot that cracks it's seed,
To forge it's fruit across the skies.
A tapestry flowing from the thread.
The coloured mirrors of the mind.
A touch to make the planets tremble,
Strokes the spheres above the skies.
Given voice like struck cymbals.
The coloured mirrors of the mind.
Vision Tunnel
Eyes absorb the ceaseless shapes
That slip, that spill in oily pools.
Patterned waters pile their waves,
Ceaseless shapes that burst, that bloom.
Signals run the coiling corridors
To stroke, to steer the reaching threads.
Tapestries of crawling colours
Stretch across the granite bends.
Clouds plough their formless territory
To shake, to swirl darkness, lights.
Ancient stars suspend their entropy.
The moon's curve has smoothed tonight.
Demeter I heard your footsteps amidst cerulean columns,
You walked with poets and dreamers.
Temples, borealis banners, sconces lit by suns.
Logic, precision, science
That you carried to our ears.
I heard your footsteps on bronze pathways,
You walked amidst Fibonacci flowers.
Golden fields guarantee Dionysus days.
Labour, power, strength
That you carried to our ears.
I heard your footsteps under mountains,
You bathed in molten rivers.
Subterranean skies lit by quartz constellations.
Love, passion, sensation
That you carried to our ears.
Now we have forgotten,
We speak but don't listen.
Spoken
Words gathered, grown, lie in bundles,
Gardener’s gifts or scientist’s samples?
Carried gently past expectant faces,
Strive to flee parental pages.
The space vibrates with reinvention,
A realisation of an Escher etching.
Walls scramble, trembling, fleeing,
Between twin mirrors; reflections repeating.
The mic, Medusa, hisses, wriggles,
Mesh woven into shaman sigils.
Merge with double helix strands
To call out the sleeping sounds.
A voice meanders through my disassociation
Releasing syllables in a rocket’s reign.
The Countless days, through which they’ve slept,
Now ended in a mayfly moment.
Memories Meld
EYES ABSORB THE CEASELESS SHAPES
PATTERNED WATERS PILE THEIR WAVES,
SIGNALS RUN THE COILING CORRIDORS
TAPESTRIES OF CRAWLING COLOURS
ANCIENT STARS SUSPEND THEIR ENTROPY.
THAT SLIP, THAT SPILL IN OILY POOLS.
CEASELESS SHAPES THAT BURST, THAT BLOOM.
TO STROKE, TO STEER THE REACHING THREADS.
STRETCH ACROSS THE GRANITE BENDS.
TO SHAKE, TO SWIRL DARKNESS, LIGHTS.
THE MOON'S CURVE HAS SMOOTHED TONIGHT.
Thoughts float on coloured clouds,
Repel, mingle, separate strands.
Fantasies, memories, bounce, bend
Chaos subsides, the moments meld.
Thoughts meet and swirl softly,
Rise, climb to sudden symphony.
Aria’s Awe
Diva drifts across the stage.
Cloud carrying the waxing storm
Still silhouettes taste it's rage.
Tension tingles cold then warm.
Moment’s meditation; she channels
Verdi’s vision through her form.
Majestic, masterful the notes swell.
Echoes embrace, sedate resistance.
All absorbed, ordered, deferential.
Sights, sounds merge, fragile ambience.
Heaven holds no equal joy or solemnity,
Shining syllables mock cosmic radiance.
Aria awes with strength, fragility.
Quiet! Quick hands offer appreciation.
Illumination? Illusion? Hymn to humanity?
La Mer
EYES ABSORB THE CEASELESS SHAPES
PATTERNED WATERS PILE THEIR WAVES,
SIGNALS RUN THE COILING CORRIDORS
TAPESTRIES OF CRAWLING COLOURS
ANCIENT STARS SUSPEND THEIR ENTROPY.
THAT SLIP, THAT SPILL IN OILY POOLS.
CEASELESS SHAPES THAT BURST, THAT BLOOM.
TO STROKE, TO STEER THE REACHING THREADS.
STRETCH ACROSS THE GRANITE BENDS.
TO SHAKE, TO SWIRL DARKNESS, LIGHTS.
THE MOON'S CURVE HAS SMOOTHED TONIGHT.
Alone at sea
Whispers the wind
“Don't break this dream”
A voice closes in.
You move like water
New shapes, new scenes.
I fall in further
My sky is your sea.
No weight at all
Float/fly this sea.
They call love the fall.
I name it dream.
Abandon
Feathered pillows form waves,
Softer, softer flow the sounds
Unfocused eyes abandon shapes
Indigo brushes stroke, surround.
Currents drift past Western Towers.
Gears and gauges plot their patterns
For engines that would weigh the stars.
Those towers dwindle, their shining soften.
Currents drift to eastern shores,
Pearl top mountains, patchwork hillsides.
Carnival markets play their colours
In orchestras of singing spices.
Eyes refocus, brushstrokes cease.
The Eastern markets move below.
Faded edgeless jigsaw pieces,
Shapeless as the feather pillow.
Lough And Key
Some mornings as I pass the lake,
I forget to let it touch my mind.
Eyes clutch the colour, the shape,
But awareness spins, then slides.
Nymphs dance in the swirling mists,
Orchids stir, straining in synaptic beds
Amid the briars of tasks and lists.
Pause to bloom or race ahead?