22 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 043 Rhythms of distortion

Rhythms of distortion, dancing above the flame,
changing, behind the scenery, which never stays the same

It’s inconsistency still dancing, as if it were the wind,
moving apart, the pieces, I once spent time to mend

Yet it still keeps flowing, upward, again and again
until all, is turned to aches, for it’s the flame that brings the end