Ink Is Blood by David Barnes | Poems Rethabile Likes
ink is blood
by David Barnes
ink is blood that courses through the arteries of the mind
containing all colours within its darkness
flowing in search of light and release
to the rhythmic pulse of the heart
words are shorthand for experience and imagination
a currency of vision and desire exchanged without loss
words are the seed crystals that drop into the jar that contains the soul
and expand into fractal mosaics
they are lights in the dark
syllables that touch off recollection of other voices
that re-ignite un-memories in the inaccessible corners of the heart
when I was born I drank a cup of black ink and now I bleed words
my mind is full of words and photographs of unreality
and I can see there is a wall of water coming
I know it by the pressure in my ears
by the sound of the shore
by the harmonic vibration of every water molecule in every cell of my body
in sympathetic echo
there is a wall of water coming and it will break in the mind
these tears that trace the outline of my face
are only the first brimming over of the flood
the false breaking before the wave comes.
containing all colours within its darkness
flowing in search of light and release
to the rhythmic pulse of the heart
words are shorthand for experience and imagination
a currency of vision and desire exchanged without loss
words are the seed crystals that drop into the jar that contains the soul
and expand into fractal mosaics
they are lights in the dark
syllables that touch off recollection of other voices
that re-ignite un-memories in the inaccessible corners of the heart
when I was born I drank a cup of black ink and now I bleed words
my mind is full of words and photographs of unreality
and I can see there is a wall of water coming
I know it by the pressure in my ears
by the sound of the shore
by the harmonic vibration of every water molecule in every cell of my body
in sympathetic echo
there is a wall of water coming and it will break in the mind
these tears that trace the outline of my face
are only the first brimming over of the flood
the false breaking before the wave comes.
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