Beneath our careful, clean and ordered lives
In the unimaginable.
In prisons, hidden under dirt.
In refugee and homeless camps,
empty stomachs in the dark.
In the hospice and the hospital,
the asylum and sanatorium.
In the cold, the hunger and the endless pain
Poem by clinock.
She predicted the Alchemist would come, even before she was given the Sight.
Afterwards she could not be certain if it was all a dream, a vision, another foretelling, or simply a subtle shifting of the clouds of prophesy in which she lived.
And so she continued to do what she had always done although now her seeing was a hair out of focus, her balance was a shade off center,
and when she laughed
she laughed trees into blossom.
Oracle in Love. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.
Painting and text by clinock.