Spring Equinox
Jamie Dalglish
“Around and around she goes
Where she stops
Nobody knows" The third eye bleeds.
Parsifal blinks into the cold potential
Reclaimed eclectic arenas, periphery
Excavated by complex artists
Dancing to the smearing sound
Eggs stand up
Pushing hard frames per second
Contradictions
Searing truths in jest, just FPS, rich
Solutions sold in war zones, left breathing
Walking home thru overkill swinging doors
Directed by ramps carrying the eye level loads
Where Sisyphus thinks somewhere
Broadcasting between A to Z
the ring of diamonds knocking against sheetrock
Into, smelling out the undercover signals
Moments to collect extrapolations
From the dream transformer, from bed
Powering the neon tail that glows orange
against the curtain rounding Degas’ bather
All-over, all- inspiring cut ups on a right triangle
Illuminating the flickering descent
Of a continuous trapezoidal shape
Known only where the horizon meets spring.
