Through the eye
In the mist of observation
great figures rise
and fall with
the virtues
of their station.
tracing great veins with pens
and paint, this blue blooded ink
clots the pages
of history.
In these fading papers
the apparition of utility
a masquerade of virility
In these bindings
leaves silencing
corseted breaths
whose gossamer
songs dissipate.
ashes turn words into earth
worms thieve ink to make silk.
Embroider persists
On tapestries,
tales glisten like
lake light shimmers
on the surface of society
Bees spool silk in their hives
to outfit a queen
in translucence
Ants through the eye
of a needle,
workers filing in lines
they weave to survive
for once the heroes die,
and ink sets dry
the wheel stays spinning
cloth. swaddles and shrouds
From birth to earth
our fibres are bound
in fabric.
In the mist of observation
great figures rise
and fall with
the virtues
of their station.
tracing great veins with pens
and paint, this blue blooded ink
clots the pages
of history.
In these fading papers
the apparition of utility
a masquerade of virility
In these bindings
leaves silencing
corseted breaths
whose gossamer
songs dissipate.
ashes turn words into earth
worms thieve ink to make silk.
Embroider persists
On tapestries,
tales glisten like
lake light shimmers
on the surface of society
Bees spool silk in their hives
to outfit a queen
in translucence
Ants through the eye
of a needle,
workers filing in lines
they weave to survive
for once the heroes die,
and ink sets dry
the wheel stays spinning
cloth. swaddles and shrouds
From birth to earth
our fibres are bound
in fabric.