• Sohail Khan

Navigating on a Broken Compass


Uncertain Shards and Bitter Ashes from the Lands on the Edge. From a Stranger Navigating those Landscapes.

Written by T. MO. Rain ( Taken from "Tree of Life")


The gibbet old the gibbet new

This gibbet here is just for

You............................................................................................................................................................................1992.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................No second chances no thought no matter who is the one who dances

Between the dark and the light

Between numbered days and nights

Somewhere here and somewhere there

Watching in silence as the light tracks over the wall

Wait for the act one beginners call

Somewhere in the forests of stone

Lies an empty room

For always and not near

A forgotten corner

Mothers tears would have turned

As we move to what we bring

As we hear the blackbird sing

Against the engines

Moving nearer to the one true thing

Such sadness and such joy

And we go

As we know sunrise inside us all

Calling back

Ready for the fall and the push and the rush

Woe woe woe woe (this woe goes on for many lines)

Ends with )

I know....................................................1985.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Time was and time will be again all time flows away from you and me

Found in the forest near to the tunnel of the dead rail link naked and covered in own shit. The light through the trees. The light of the sun and the green in the dark below the mossy shadows. The smell of the growing things too much of things growing dying and pushing in that mud and shit turned earth smell. Where the kids found and made that found thing family. Better the kids then the crows or even the magpies that pushed and pulled with sticks to make a response. Those kids won’t (be)scared too much had changed to the close bone to make them concerned...no. they were just wondering if there was a realness to or was the whole thing planted and constructed for their benefit? Some were talking these kids to others and asking if this was some sort of complicated crow action in the making. Some could or were able to get a little of information as to this off the web... ? Searching for a match to what they had found in the dark growing of the forest. The curled wet evidence... of impossibility slowly writhing wet at their feet...Some other sat hidden in the shadows by the roots of the great trees or sat of the soft moss covered broken rubble. They were sick perhaps with something, An experimental crow or magpie realised in the air. Or maybe just starving hungry... a pig long and bush lean shot through with many arrows lay heavy and jelly bloody bleeding by......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 2006 ?...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................I love me

I love me

More then

I love you

You see? ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 1995..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Like a child’s noticing for the first time retinal traces of light in their sight...and wondering about that.


Tie into the beast of the other

And into how the other is the daemon.

The beast that claws inside the vein

The outward monster

That you have birthed

Sweat poured out century upon century

Over the flesh of the earth.

An image holy to sustain

A science with old and given

Broken science

(Is there any other?)

Again

Enemies all around and within

that fortress we have to bring

forever is not long, To count the empty scale

to judge within that all you have wrought

(yes you made it)

Bought time for yourself............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 1994.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Happiness glimmers

with scraps of content

Whilst all the while the anger shimmers

And you know your hell bent............................................................................................................................................................................................ 2010..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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