Magnetic Transpose
Surpasses far beyond the limit of starting points
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
~ T.S. Eliot
High as it was broad, cobalt compartments shimmered. Centuries silent, over all it surveyed. ‘Til whistling coils of glacial whispers liquefied beneath sumor scald; ushering a magnetic transpose.
Inception materialised.
— inside this lone cerulean prism. What was preserved?
Cubics of shadowy dimensions?
Equations that equated to naught?
Spatial functions that foreshadowed life’s meaning?
On its tipping point space sprawled.
Cells inside cells unfolded existence
and… a glass-covered atrium
disturbed amnēsia.
Inception meant to extend further…
beyond, outside its magnitude confined
beyond, outside geometrical curves.
Possibly…
it was less than complex,
more than simplicity
that held the box from
collapsing. Sacred
geometry, immersed
in the vortex of
creating
curiosity —
What lies in circumference?
360 degrees of creative wonderment. No matter where you be, there lies the magic of art.is.try and stories. Draw upon its energetic threads.
Creative value… withstands. Surpasses far beyond the limit of starting points.
Always… Cre8 with vision.
~ dajc
** dedicating this poem to a beautiful friend who passed away recently.
Thanking you kindly for sharing Geraldine. Always appreciated. Have a fantabulous day.
It’s my pleasure Darlene, to share your heartfelt multidimensional work, a stunning poem that has me captivated, I am taking time to sit with what you have opened up for me. Darlene, I am sorry for the loss of your beautiful friend. Take good care, Geraldine