“Gazes Are Nebulae”
“Please.
Is not love equally fair?
Does it not take captive the Soul and urge onward thy Mind?
With tongue its gazes are nebulae,
Thy aperture is thee aurora south swirling north of thine domes,
Heart is a Sidewinder, Alexandria, racing meet over fallow sands.
Cup is cameled dirt, gnatted clean,
Dogged muck, faith-fulled bread.”
“Gazes Are Nebulae” – poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright ©16th March 2020
Image copyright Matt The Unfathomable Artist, March 2020.
“The Thinking from Old”
“Metals cover over,
the Mirror returns the Light,
from the Outside it cannot be seen,
not without the Passing,
very great are Their multitudinous speeds,
all of Them compacted like the smallest of atoms,
the Outermost band is marvellously deep that Light itself is held,
the Outermost band keeps It safe”
by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright ©7th April 2019
This is all I can comprehend of this phenomena in the present time.
‘The Thinking from Old’ [9th April 2019] by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, blue ink pen on A3 light textured paper – signed. Digital filter and effects applied to photograph. Original poem copyright 7th April 2019.
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