It’s like a prison here, Capricci etched by Piranesi Vast intricate labyrinth, Every expansively sighted avenue and square Leads onto a oppressively narrow blind alley, The burgeoning promise of live beginnings Turning into an inexorable dead ends, Away from the press of crowds, abandonment, A series of solitary cells conterminous with the world.
This place has the shimmer of an illusory construct
Though rumour has it exists in actuality
The tales told suggest some impossible fable
Realised through masses of stone and marble
In certain lights disappearing, rendered invisible
Then when the mists disperse, dissipate, revealing,
Floating above the void,
Sinking into the abyss;
The Capital of Impermanence.
For a fractured moment I was in an imaginary country (Though all countries are imaginary in the context of eternity) Dreaming delicately within the confines of the Palace of the Moon Of melting and malleable nephrite, diamond, mountain While the scent of jasmine and rose lingered throughout centuries Sunlight and shade colluded to cast a permanent twilit glow Rendering every corner, corridor and doorway mysterious If I stop at a window the view is always surprising, different Sometimes birds and butterflies hover motionless in the spring riot At the next flight a blanket of snow covers the sleeping earth In between lotus eating I await the one mandated by Heaven The Empress of desires whose kiss resonates on my lips forever
For a few seconds a stray sunbeam Makes visible the dance of dust motes Swaying, trembling, swooning then falling I have been granted a glimpse Of harmony in the floating world For the moment I am deeply content Eyelids heavy, chin dropping towards chest I dream of angels in a distant Heaven Languidly embracing in the shallows Of a limpidly becalmed pool.