Lines

Bann Ister

If you hold your ear close to these cracks

in the bark you will hear their scream

inwardly developed with the passing

wind. You do not see this.

You see only lines, migrating, returning;

so mechanical and silent in their logic.

You draw clean lines that were never true,

that silence the scream of a broken crevice

and erect the rot of perfection.

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Bann Ister works and lives in Brighton,UK.