Martin Burke
TOWER
Site of passion and the steep ascent to where the past is acknowledged in its fullness
a random ragged cloud blocking the moon and somewhere a voice that is either prayer or condemnation
the tower’ s shadow extending beyond itself as if the condemnation was no offence to the deities of rock and rocky place.
What have you come for and what have you brought with you? What expectation drives you forward in December’ s night
while your heart longs for April? There is no answer or there are a thousand which might be offered. The ragged cloud passes
the moon is once again principle in the sky.
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Some solitary mind some passion driven man first built this place to his soul’ s satisfaction
or was it an abandonment to time and an act of arrogance against sun and moon by which he sought a more lasting signature
than merely writing his name on water, flesh, or stone? Thus to inherit the implications of this place is to inherit the intention of the first shaping hand
casting yourself in the role of descendent even if it be against your wishes. Wishes? What authority has your voice in this place