Ghairo Daniels

June, 1900-Cape Town
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The Prismatic Self

“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection,
through which Divine can chime, new times.”
Poet

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Descend into Earth amphitheater
unawakened, costumed, dire straits
crows or cheetahs fellow
contestants or sponsors
drinking cappuccinos, reading
midnight canzone, wondering
about curt commenting a chiasma

who are they to read awakening
——-thoughts ?

prism sacred curled frond tender
green, not yet erect to
detect shadows destined to reflect
needles in haystacks no longer feeble

….who am I to write for
——-them ?

poetry incarnate as Pandora I will not regret

strings and strands scribing
vulnerabilities for activating
minds
whose ancestors raped my own
enslaved them to tailor suits
colonised fertile soil brute
marula export to their own
motherlands ~
forgiving, soul expands

“Mirror cracked on white wall
can you yet see Presence at all ?”
“Not yet, mercurial illusions,
ruling planets, memories, triggers,
masks ~ abandon patterns, then come back.

…writing to cut winner ribbon ?”
“__No… to witness self in SuperSelf
peel ego, identity, shame __”

silhouettes traded glass berry beads
for cows ~ today its pendulum sherry
thoughts ornamented into
sonnet or sestina for tiny
trophy image to adorn this
lifetime’s tin taste tardy
shedding continues poem
after poem ~
unbearability undressing, holy

this irresistible urge to bare toxic
flesh, blood, marrow, story before
unseen mirrors offering hearers
tasting reflections across etheric realms
or ethnicity unfurled

does judgement witness a rainbow story of
aloneness, or another African sob
skit still to stage, perhaps
already ditched___

authenticity cares not
lodict* underwrites
each linear luminous wounding
poetic art sucks self
s h a t
t e r
i n g
on pious page
contests no more than
tea leaves I need at four
tea simmers, verses hatch
deconcretised moths flit from
unconscious, subconscious
supraconscious
Hera spells t r a n s l u c e n t ache
floating across cosmic attunement, awake

prism magnetises indigo quarks
filming imperceptible demolitions, hark
merkaba becomes courageous thumbprint
remembering Socrates, Sappho
Keats, Tolstoy’s blueprints

Jack of Beanstalk
cheers wrinkled thighs
I materialise God’s fragmented
sinew through qualia poems bleeding

why bare blame stories unsung
unhealed scars
exposing abandoned underbellies
if poetic art cannot
unravel warp
endurance weft
neediness self-witnessing grief
m o o n w a l k i n g ecstasy or
remorse
samba-ing regret
sighing
Sophia superlatives

because Soul trust is Truth Exposed
prism poetry immature or immaculate
refract tapestry symphonies
forgotten caved waltzes buried
honey sours not when
best dressed couplets go

…unacknowledged

neither does penumbra recede
presencing watermarked
imprints
its unghosted malted destiny

paradoxically integrated, whole

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