Emergent By Design

somewhere

a fat transparent spider tremors

upon the vein of a flower white,

and I wake in this midnight

on the horns of a dilemma.

penciling nightmares on kite paper

to steer the white moth swirling droplets paint

blue brushstrokes on stretched white canvas,

causing negative background to feint

into a colour surge.

somewhere

all that pain, all that suffering,

all those sins of omission

disappear into the design, then sings

deep in the colour of composition

as silky webs drop frothy waiting in the wings.

assorted characters on the heal-all flower white

in sweet liberation of death and blight,

stir the dimpled snowdrop spider and papery moth

to the verge.

somewhere

white petals spring back jumping from the cloth

to leap past survival of the fittest,

from that dimension could it be our destiny;

love and evolution on this river of time,

when everywhere you turn,

everyone has come undone? what brews shine

from this deep noosphere? some morality

in every fiber to the welkin,

grace and economy of line

healing in the art emergent by design,

a sky blue purge.

honestly...

the dimpled spider speaks to the aoroi

of the sphere of sorrow,

of altruism and compassions,

of tomorrow,

of how there is something in the nothing,

“It’s not only what we do, but also what we don’t do.

our actions and omissions

become our destiny!"

what had the flower to do with white,

what steered the moth thither in the night,

what transparent spider eats tastily,

before dark governed morning lights merge?