Veinbow

Veinbow

The run-in, bleed-in

scratch it all out and then

begin-again

blot

stop

you want to sign off

but the parchment’s yearning

for its first hallowed drop

——In the crucible of waiting

every shade is stirring

Awakened yet, not

Ready or ___

Here I come

scaling those high barbicans

of rhetoric

stately as they seem,

they’re paper trails

as pluckable

as loosened seams

striding so bold

in the tight circuit

of their white and black folds

defended by cardboard swords

think to pierce

but they’ve a fangless jaw

——In this opened draw

law and verse splaying

every othered shade,

erring

against resistance for

awakening

I’m beckoned in

how to glide with this

Reckoning

is there space between :

the leaping and the sedentary

the startled and the obituary

; can there be chroma

free within its own grey?

We’re wrapping our palms

around another sill,

higher still

from such a ledge as this

we bear witness to the beautiful,

desperate collision

of paint tins tilting to

spill

——Into the cloud-receptacles,

cumulus

hazy-swaying

every shade broken and

blended, rendered

into a more furiously glorious

undertaking

A baited awakening,

wakened

Skin

prickling to light and tinctures

it is now porous, pervious

to allow

in

an earnest chorus

clumsy and maladroit

yet : saturated through to every

grand and lesser-sung

tint

; do we not abound

when in one accord

and the distinctions we clung to

dye us out into distance

can be rinsed out like our crudely-stained

swords?

Pulped down into the swallow

of tender terrain

we re—assemble more

than a shallow yield

of words :

We’re hues to the “who”?

——camped rebuttals on the rim of our shared crucible

All brought low

in the simmering tonic of

redemption

of un—tapped tones

misnomered marks

and

Stains of blame

blotted

out

A waited-on awakening

whispered-for, fingers crawl across

lung-spans of spectrums

bled down to fill

sanctums

dusted—off

from spider-silk

instead to form

Fibres

for the parchments that cradle

the offering :

iridescent ink

Perfumed pigments

that consume more than just

the rooms we rove

in