rookscape kaleidoscope

27 Jan 2021

CuldeSac
in the rookscape hangs chimed
sleeping mist the treeline
blended into the hue of time
the grey aura sleeps intertwined
with great and small bustling about 
horned or pawed
glistering black dots the iris
of the thinkers in the dark
dart about
some sleep yet
where there is no calendar

timelessly the scene 
unfolds
turning like a clock
the little world turns
in itself
to find the mist disappearing
in the rising of the sun
small things come
and great things go
dreaming witnesses
of the forest slumber

it would have been so sad
if it all stood there quite still
the little hearts pumping
for nuts
the great hearts trotting
for feed
but most of these things
that truly give the forest
its heartfelt splendor
dream while they are awake
in the way that little paths turn

each one is home 
to an animal
feeling its way through
familiar trails and coves
home to each one of them
and not in one specific place
but there where its space
made it feel
like itself 
to turn into
the dream of the forest reflected

for the rookscape to complete
it would like 
the internalizer for it
for all the animals are asleep
dreaming of the woods
in which they live 
to actualize
one of them must wake up
to see the rest crawling
some of them on their bellies
some of them on their feet

for all of these notions
spiral like stars
but forever afloat
on a timeline absent
waiting for you to come and see
the magic of the rookscape kaleidoscope 
spinning atrium of stained glass tapestry
slowly drifting on this grand disk of earth
planted in the pangs of birth
to condense your trail into one of hope
that you might carry them with you home

wherever you go

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