We are safe, sound, and wonderfully
colourful, loving the brilliant wisdom
of glittering sensitivity, lifting each other,
comfortable challenges, deft and considerate.
| Intro |
Do or die is not today, burning down
expectations, searching out the dangers,
mistaking the ways of working,
turning lurking in perfection into freedom.
| Kate |
Sinners pay for the mistakes of
making noises, canonically confetti-strewn,
and construing duty as a
reconstruction of a stumble.
| Gareth Barsby |
Clap out the chaos, refusing to inflict
infantile isolation, reject rot, recognise the
wild sanctity of humanity, games
making fiction a breathlessly empty treachery.
| Vayl |
Let’s teach each other constructive alignment,
pedagogically, paradoxically dodging OFSTED,
bodging observations, repetitively dictating
today’s duration, even though it feels endless.
| Pip |
Open a correspondence into a lifetime of
idealism, downing a cocktail of
positive experiences, reeling and rocking,
mocking the inevitability with a grin.
| Ash |
Consumption of society’s norms can be filling,
drilling into the bedrock of toxic assumptions,
dumping constructions, rolling the stones
over and over to the conclusion of inevitability.
| Sandra |
Unprompted preparation paves the way for a final trip,
flipping memories over on the grill of reality,
the musicality of island tides gifting something
undefinable, measured in its loss, sweet as Paradise.
| Phynne~Belle |
Triple-time gifts us dancing experiments,
bending shackled minds to wander and wonder
under the bedrock echoes of the resounding repetition
of loneliness, serendipity abandoned, surviving unforgiven.
| Joycey |
Fresh words flourish in fertile space, stretching
restless frustration into a new cage, hemmed in,
digging into resentment, then switching optimistically,
gathering new meanings, leading to graceful patience.
| Tamika |
Paradoxically, we walk in contradiction, begging for
attention, twitching in syncope, drifting in focus,
opening minds to the ‘craziness’, not lazy, but blunted,
shunted into a category that clatters at the periphery.
| Ashley |
Cued up, we examine bigotry under a magnification
of narrative that serves only the kyriarchy,
wicked and wilful monochrome, honing the agenda
of apathy, the gift of those who spike the path mendaciously.
| Phoenix |
We’re a patchwork of fingerprints, beauty painting a
palimpsest of history, gifting us a view that inevitability
depends on compliance and forgetfulness, the weft of
deft love and clear eyes against the warp of greed.
| Suzy |
We carpet bare memories with prettiness,
mess swept under the fashionable patterns that
distract from the demons inscribed into the grain,
blame bobbing down the rivers of sweat buoying complicity.
| Bethany |
Colour flourishes up walls, adorning imaginations with
grace and clipping, trimming situations with
disappointment, impressing lines into blank pages,
the ages connecting, washing up against our shored stories.
| Lee |
We have opened many windows into compassion
dashing, sweet, spendthrift and multiplying,
kindness a warm gift that benefits every
member of our shared continuity.
| Gareth Bartlett |
Automated text tells a layered set of mixed messages
getting tangled in parallel meanings,
gleaning more than nonsense, the strangest
guest of humanity, sentience being a lucky dip.
| Clive |
And finally, functions summoned by departed friends
send us into a litter of plastic bagged eternity, wildness
lined with polymer, bone-deep, changing our definitions,
prinked colours murmurating across the canvas of the mind. | Beth |
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