Peter

August 2, 2007

Peter is full fathom five
and right beside you. He is a current
of living ink, briefly invisible
as his brush tests your canvas of air.
He clothes silhouettes in moments,
scrambles you with calligraphy,
sketches round the headland in vaults of bank and yaw.

Peter knows glass changes in the fold of sun,
he makes origami of images and inhabits them,
rustles them from his sleeve like flowers:
parts you haven’t seen, traces of lightning,
forgotten monuments to the strange orchids of eden.
He is a connoisseur of sense and debris.

Peter is full fathom five
and most alive. He is larger than your eyes
trailing kingdoms, anarchies,
islands of spark and curl and noise.
He is the captain of fireworks,
the merchant of colours.

Peter knows glass changes in the fold of sun,
to water and waxing from what is or is not
to seal life upon what might want to be.
Peter is full fathom five, with the bright roots, and with you.
He gentles fruit from the ether’s life tree.

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3 Responses to “Peter”

  1. Thankyou, Steve, and nice to see you in this breath of the ether.

  2. reading this i see the hare standing behind and slightly to the side of a suddenly shy peter.

    love it.
    d.l.

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