Garden Chancery

Forced into the stagelight / A weak, wan and marbled hide / Disgorged up to
jugdement / Sharp cracks of the gavel
Great caps in a row / Their fine mystery certain / And the balcony heaves with
old familiarts, lechers and treason
The prisoner’s stance / A calm acceptance in the stifling scowl of the hanging
judge / The defendant speaks…
Where am I now that you could deliver me? / I have lived over clouds and
beneath the deepest sea
I sang from the caverns as the rocks peeled and broke with trees / I was origin,
everything. Who could deliver me?
For I was a blaze in your shallow dusk / The winding berth of stars / Where
lonely gavels pound the earth
To work it dark with scars / But I tire of the chase, the harvest monopoly /
How you bore with your delicate graces and
Charity / I’ll soothe quiet desires and the ache of the evergreen / And then
how shall I wait — for judgement or clarity?
For I am your ache and your reverie / Your wild desire and colour / And in my
flaws adorn the court / The pivot of my garden
Deliver your judgement / My chancery, pause to decide
Deliver your judgement / My garden, my flowers of light