The SoothSayer
Serpent-Healer, Serpent-Stealer…
Whisper - s i n g s
Split the tongue between the t e e t h
Tearing the s e a m s
Of gnawing w i s d o m
That forked the road unknown
Which I must follow
With hollow entrails - hollow e y e s
And hallowed hope made out of l i e s
I had to swallow
The poisons drip, when bit by bit
It flayed my truths b a r e
And led me to its l a i r
Praying in secret my keeper was…
And i must carry
It all with me
The faintest whispers of the sea beyond this crossroads
No one knows and no one dares
To count . . .
How many times
We’ve been here
With tired eyes and broken t i e s
Singing out of bleeding r i b c a g e s
Through and out
Beyond the a g e s
Countless doubtless they are
Countless boundless they form
Beyond reflections unknown and yet…
Familiar
Resilient
And re-occurring
Until the certainty coagulates
And the barriers d i
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e like ideas
Whose time is over.
Grieve. Recover.
Breathe. Uncover.

Moon-blood, oil paint, gloss metal paint, Wood, wax & cotton thread, Bones from the Thames
77 x 71 cm [canvas only], 178 x 114 cm [full frame installation] 2020-2023
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