reach for art

a moment realligned with itself
brings about a kind of balance

the dust shifts silently in the currents of the room

reach for art
art burns
and flings colour
on the street
at the sky
pouring from every crack and crevice into the eye

sending saturate fires through nerve endings
soaking into the blood
with slough of pigment
crumbling mountains of unknown colour
heretofore unseen

deep ochre reds slide
erode down cliffs
of exposed saffron
and chalk white
streaked honeycomb landscape
swelters dryly in the waves of heat

reach for art
in the middle of a dream
walking on landscapes of new colour
saturate burning colour
rich like tapestries
which have not been sewn

soft like silt
sliding between toes
alone in the centre focus of an empty horizon

purified by distance