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The SoothSayer
Serpent-healer, Serpent-stealer…
Whisper -sings
Split the tongue between the teeth
Tearing the seams
Of gnawing wisdom
That forked the road unknown
Which I must follow
With hollow entrails - hollow eyes
And hallowed hope made out of lies
I had to swallow
The poisons drip, when bit by bit
It flayed my truths bare
And led me to its lair
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 think
or count... how many times
We’ve been here
With tired eyes and broken ties
Singing out of bleeding ribcages
Through and out
Beyond the ages
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 dissolve
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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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