One day I unpeeled the bandage Playing on the crutch of language The skin below it had no scar Suddenly the mud reflected the star Midway the difference was a game Never would life seem the same The space between was defining Dots connecting dancing rhyming Metaphors did ooze translate Familiar twisted open gate And so the fairy chased its tail The journey touched upon the grail The psyche met the symbol walled Wonder, hard and soft, it called All the while the systems whirled Paradox static, diamond curled Archetypes poured folded unfolded Parts alone, whole not moulded Correcting imbalance, sticking plaster Slow the canvas, empty faster
