Column

Unsuspected happenstance,
a womb memory with slapped face
and gauntleted hands,
a history
sitting before you,
open
but surrounded by sourceless red light.

Heavy winds that have borne me,
keep me,
as a stringed instrument
i currently
cannot accept,
but look
we're dancing together.

The leash vanished
the light grows,
the dark spot
now hidden
grows smaller
but more prominent
by comparison.

Graceful sight
that blesses all it sees,
over all land,
the sun
behind an hinged door,
permanently open.

Superior
small me,
a line engraved
open hand,
to work
an effect
for flight.

Direction pointed
huge
spattered statue
with no name,
an artisan
who fashions a secret.

Hopeful smile
produced
stone on stone grind,
set the feature,
potential sand
for gathering people
to the bright column.