written by Neil Berecry Brown
Time dances: Nature plays,
Between dreaming and waking: Nature Plays;
Nature makes me laugh.
A place to play
A place to imagine
A place out of time to conjure with
But this place, this time, this unfolding,
makes me laugh.
Making art for nothing,
playing on the edge of it all,
Suspending, holding in abeyance
The laws of everything.
Alive with expanded sensual acuity
To the play of seductive impossibilities;
(And the weight and flesh of them).
Revelling and rejoicing
in wanton cognitive precision.
Playing with fire
My mother told me I never should
Play with the Gypsies in the wood.