Rules
Rules have rubberized
lost their erected stiffness
and are more like a wave,
pliable, still connected but
able to make adjustments.
Rules enflamed with strange
possibilities, leading the argument for
erratic purity.
Secret rules made individual,
measured by how they inspire, how they
sustain inspiration and that is all.
Rules like bamboo, alive, fed by the angels,
malleable as hope, mature
with equal strength and flexibility.
Rules to abide by,
honour the turning of the clock,
allowing for precision, grounding
and Dog Star following,
roaming bright, invigorated.
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “New Mystics” July 2022
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