Whence
I A poet gropes The lining of the veil, Snatching shivers from Every throbbing strand. She wonders, she wonders: Whence do they come, These scenes that slide Between each drowsy blink, These phrases that ambush Her idle thoughts and throw Their uninvited mystery Into her lap? II A poet dies And swirls to see the eternal Everything encased in Time Unmoving like a crystal Kaleidoscopic coffin. A poet burns in the unseen Fabric of the Empty, Folded four times Into the swelling All. Her sparks drip into The time-trap to Find her living self And set her mind alight With countless knowing Shivers. The Faceless Urge I am enthralled By an unquenchable desire To exist as naught But a whisper; to be a draught That raises hairs and draws Forth shadows from within; To be a pebble that stirs The watchers of your mind- Lake; to exist only as a body Of work that plants its talons And never lets go. It is a fate that may await Those who die and leave work Behind. Yet in this digital day, Our ethereal profiles may Forever encase us in faces That decay and obscure The multitudes that writhe Within. We are more Than the profile, more Than the persona, We are winnowing winds, We are winding ways, We are a shadow play Of countless acts. And yet if we are to reach Anyone on this blasted plane, We must cram our coagulating Contours into a singular frame. I say: don a mercurial mask, Be an unceasing metamorphosis Brimming with inchoate contradictions And insolubles—brand be damned— Be the bustling mass, Be the turning page, The Janus-mask; Be true Like a shudder. Bio:Tuur Verheyde is a twenty-five year old Belgian poet. His work endeavours to capture the weirdness of the 21st century; its globalised art, culture, politics and problems. Tuur’s poetry seeks to further cultural, spiritual, political and emotional connectivity on an international level. His work is personal and outward looking and seeks to accurately represent the blurred boundaries between the real, the surreal and the hyperreal, as well meshing the personal with the political and the spiritual. https://tuurverheyde.com
Fevers of the Mind 