TERRE MOTUS

TERRE MOTUS
by J.D. Brayton for MWB

to record the image of catastrophe
to celebrate the moment when
equilibrium is shattered
and creativity is born
when the earth gives up her chains
rocking wholly constant
in a mud-hut bastard-child’s eye
all that is dreamt ,all that are despised
transition
the cracked cocoon here
the possum scitters in the light
of a wild dog moon
seven subconscious plagues and
consequence
of nil
the anger of a rock-chained eyeless semi-God
breaking the wind-ed sigh
terror and others of horror’s cousins
visit in shards of wily sunlight
the opposites brought home in a
slow burn
for this turning of a shrieking ball of dirt
now send MASSIVE shiver
collect up the mankind spine
Prometheus can stand it no longer that
Crackling,cackling
crow’s laughter.
Loin rumbling churning ballast folly
Laugh- it’s the sound of one
Hand clapping
The calm, and after
Of one
Blade of grass
Prostrate in the aftershock of a sunspot
Solar wind envy

So sublime is
One
Thoughts’
Entry.