Form and formlessness

What form does formlessness take?

When drawn from instrumental minds?

What formlessness does form take?

When veiled by incremental blinds?

What form does formlessness take?

When orchestrated by our hands?

What formlessness does form take?

When captured brilliant in the sand?

What form does formlessness take?

 From form,

as formlessness becomes informed?

Is form from less formlessness?

Or more formlessness reformed?

Is formness formless if deformed?

Oh! what form has come from formlessness!

What formlessness from form!

What form does formlessness take?

What formlessness does form,

Take?

Cameron Campbell - 23rd birthday, November 28th 2006.

ROOTS 

The roots release the moisture,

As all lips at one time kiss,

They salivate the cavity,

Of earths deep quenching bliss. 

Stepping-Stones

Take me away to the steppes,

On a flying horse with wings,

Whose hoofs are made of melody,

Laughing as he sings, 

Ride me across the central-asian plains,

To where only animals and sky remain,

Among the dry and hunted lands,

Through the dying remains of Chingiz hands,

And the wavering tongues of hill tribe bands,

Take me past the multi-tonal throats,

That cut like double-edged swords through Russian coats,

Ride me past the hidden flocks,

Beneath the rocks,

Of Golden Lords, and Golden hordes,

Among the dancing olden’ chords,

That gather stories from the stones of earths,

And pray by flame in-vested hearths,

Of meeting deaths, or leaving births,

Fleeting breaths, and heaving girths,

 Ride me past the regal hats,

Toping heads on woolen mats,

That salute the God of permanence,

Through changing acts,

Ride me past the stately domes, and sermon tents,

That breath their poems from within,

Through re-arranging facts,

Dig deep beneath the soil, and leave me in the grind,

So all the hidden roots again re-wind.

So stars, and moon and sun are all aligned,

So rivers flow beyond the land defined.