Carnivales
butterfly
us.
we paint our faces
decorate our bodies with coloured music
emerge into ritual
we transform our selves
shedding skins we thought were us
casting our masks into fire
Carnivales
butterfly
us.
the Old Ones open their arms
welcome us
singing our secret names
we prepare our hearts
to dance with the spirits
of the sun
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Photo and Poem by Clinock
mixed media sculpture by clinock.
H. 9″ x W. 5″ x L. 15″ (H. 23cm x W. 13cm x L. 38cm)
“People in Vancouver are in one of the best spots in Canada to see the solar eclipse happening Monday morning. The moon will cover about 86 per cent of the sun at the peak of the solar eclipse, happening at 10:21, according to Derek Kief, an astronomer with the MacMillan Space Centre.”
this electric sun
fusing the wiring of me
melting who I was
photo and haiku by clinock
vapor god rising
above the dark offices
returning to light
photo and haiku by clinock
this electric sun
fusing the wiring of me,
how can I not be?
photo and haiku by clinock
torn skies rip pathways into fire,
curves are acknowledged and abandoned,
edges are released from symmetry,
passages of burning hunger
hover in anticipation,
mystery is penetrated.
dropping, I unfold in fragments,
incinerated shapes of melted wings
ignite the cold airs of descent
and darken the beckoning landscape
with gestures of ash and flame,
as my shadow grows.
intimate luminosity is lost
consumed by the scorching of the fall.
this is the cruelest language of the sun
this blue impenetrable codex,
this stained banner of belief
flying a farewell.
Torn and reassembled acrylic painting and poem by clinock
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