INSTRUMENT SHADOW
My instrument and shadow of things ever changing
a path between the dream written and remembered
my hand-painted speech, my thunder, my flower girl
nude on a funeral horse, round of being, end of desire;
nature’s energy put into sound, singing the wood gods
blowing spirals inward, molecules of ancient spring
a mushroom for a day, drunk on despair, you sort whispers
and share bad dreams, my paradise weighs heavily.
Covenant rose, my life of glimmer, hope that obscurity ends,
you lead me into delusion, hide the sensitivity of a dark eye,
pilfer through my secrecy, my lost halls and rooms of me
and toy with me to become your form, your wrinkle of joy.
So, let me lift you, sing through me the purpose of the test,
the nature of imagination, logic of a labyrinth crossed.
Am I no more, the beastie killed, lost with my creation?
Is that the applause of the world or Judgment of The All?
My fever too remote, my breath of Saturn worthlessness
a cosmic psyche, lady-soul, omni-female breathing
on an infant poet brain, my empty role, a forbidding mind
to store eternal efflorescence, my rhapsody, your encore.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2001