MEMORIES OF A PREVIOUS STRUCTURE
Rack the light in the ancient sky,
Break or bust the cave’s door:
You are you and no one sees
But God-Almighty-Eternal-Life;
And he is wild, inventor of stars,
Flashes of craving babies blind,
Mish-mashing oxen with the plough,
Eagle of sweet destruction.
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Memories Of A Previous Structure”
By Ken Palmer
