I am seeing dots, dashes and striations ;
It is as if I am seeing myself, my brain.
There are many gaps hanging loose
In my Memory oozing feelings ; and you
Who were my younger self, is hiding
In one of these gaps. You are happier
Than I am but I am a better Painter
And a Thinker and a Conceptualiser
Now than when I was more feisty and jerky.
I am seeing more, slowing down, absorbing
Diving deeper into the vast pictorial and symbolic
Ocean. I can confront : 2^x + 8^x = 130
And come up with a solution
Computed in a Subset of the Neuronal Net.
Grunwald Glacier, there she saw the Ice,
A Solid, in graceful flow, slowly, like a Cold Lava.
It gave her a Godly sense of Exhilaration
And a spike of Joy, a sudden glimpse
Of a fleeting Reality, some kind of Essence : a Core.
Then her Being became disjoint from her grounded Reality
Falling into a separate Plane of pure Ecstacy
That could cut through the crystalline structures
Of the sensed World.
Abstract and the Spiritual Planes descended
From ethereal mists to merge
With the three dimensional Reality
Of the enclosed room. She was staring
At the multicoloured oil painting, the porthole to places elsewhere