I will see freedom

Freedom that does not come from independence or submission

Freedom that does not come from words or ideas

Freedom that does not come from love

I will see freedom not through my eyes

Not through my heart.

It will be a freedom that is inescapable and complete

It will flatly connected to nothing

It will feel like nothing has ever happened, without any wish that it had

Everything that cares to acknowledge its existence will see this freedom

And so will everything else

All my feeling is a result of looking forward to this freedom

So, inevitably, this freedom will come.

Hidden in a spiral world of spinning angles
Flat, horrific, stuck
No-one could breath but no-one wanted to
Caught drowned for simplicity
Sticky, sticky wriggle
Choked thick on a fiddle
All games have been forgotten
Plastic and metal do not breed well.

Whirlwind Collection

Broken ocean, where you stand,
On riverbeds, beside the sand
Live homes divided, swept aside
By miracles, of bloated tide

Catastrophic, innocent
Disconnected, finger-pink
Above the mines, above the borders
Soft, settled, sweet Pan lost the orders

***

O round world,
Sphere me as you twinkle
Elevate, elucidate and
Toss me in your shingle

O washed stone,
Saphhire-diamond mingle
Cleanse me in your swell,
Toss me in your shingle

O mucky dust,
Gallon-gloop a tingle
Dry a plaster on my eyes and
Toss me in your shingle

***

Broken diamond
How did you brake?
When the haste of your speed
Thrust the froth of your wake

Tip-toeing behind him
A loony-tune gloom
The cost of your price
Not a bust, not a boom

Explosion electric
The fabric wears thin
When gold rubs on money
And sparks break within

Totalitarian
Wisped softly aside
The hush of your quiet
The drag of your tide