Nameless

Fiction spins from my shadows when I walk abroad

It catches light from fabled runes that seem to guide my way
But my arena has no walls to send it back
And all I see are grey cocoons
Where marvels pupate, that when they're born
Rise in appearance only, simply hover for the show
Then sink to the ground, strut and preen
But fail to fly

The residues, however, they team with life 
Are full of nameless things
Wild, unpolished, untrained
Avenues whose glassy veins do not reflect
But let us glimpse within:
Where the heartbeats of footsteps
Pump silvered spores into the air
To shape clouds of undisclosed purpose;
They shield up from the mire that reigns
Beyond the streets of glass
Where we now feel resigned
To weave turmoil into song
And tirelessly conjure
Beauty from a dream
That has no name

Here we set camp
Whilst barn owl chicks by the thousand 
Inquisitive, twinkling eyed
Surround us and make us sigh
When, with their tiny, stamping feet
They send us slowly to sleep.
Our heads we place together to imagine spring,
And thus we twine, we rise and bloom. 
Emerging, with wings divided 
Into centimeters and meters squared 
To keep the lanes from freezing if we fly 
Or congealing with the sound of freedom's drum.

Our ears are clipped, and wellwishers gather
At the bloodstained pools.
We are the wrecks of centuries, of certitudes
And fools
Whose wish is but to quell the joyful ride of life 
But meadows lift their wings from the soil
As time guarantees the impending fate of light
Snapdragons yawn, and mouth to mouth 
Conceal the whispered names they pass 
Between them
For fear of rot
Whilst here we lie in cool air 
Fanned by wings that carry life
Between them
Briefly, with no means to feed them
As church bells sound around
Muted by the halos of our indifference. 
The challenge is, we feel, just
Not to care
As distant drills stamp fortunes into soil
And churn out grasping ants
With barely time to breathe
Their senses swayed by
Good vibrations.

We watch the morning currents, 
Elementals anchored, turbulent, untrained;
Forgotten now the social engineers
The soldiers home again from failures far abroad
From places no-one has ever known.
Whilst rioters here tearing down barriers
Will erect their walls,
As we wonder at the bounds of civilization 
The spectre of a heart you thought you knew.