Five / by Fred Whitehead


still in the
building stage
framework, support, shell -
any arbitrary definition
will do
I do
work slow
and will flesh IT out later
IT being whatever
I claim as testament

I've dragged
this work
between dimensions
shouldered it
from one life to the next
pillowed my head
with it
sleeping beneath stars
of other galaxies
sat staring at it, perplexed,
for eons

as always, I build -
sacred geometry guiding
my hand as I insert
another rib
or fix another joint
just as ancient
intuition will when
time comes to apply
the first layers
of clay

its surface etched
my interpretations -
to be
made permanent by
heat of
distant suns