Through Ages

Somehow I trust the sculpture of this stranger captured amidst a twisted grimace, too tender for frosts

and I adore the way it portrays the hint of rubble making way to annihilation, the cool shadows of broken angle

from a once barked rich oak limb, a home to borers and weevils, guardian and shelter

this sullen figure

enduring each hand run sweeping along its smoothed form, falling away a fragment further still, becoming soft satin more refined   

  

a slow frozen dance captures me over, my eye unfaltering through this passage of time, internalising the empire of you

Turn with me through theses ages.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I came from the Empire State.
but having someone be my empire is really being home...
the heart doing a high rise.
j.

[Touché Armada]

Lofty for some, foundations to work on by others, then there are those tending to their tree of life, even the branches that have died back, the heart doing a high rise YES! Thank you j.

[Damien Ridge]

I loved this actually, there's something about it that sparks my imagination. "The empire of you" Makes that seem so magnificent... Thanks for sharing!

[Touché Armada]

Thanks for your time :)