Mysterious Revelation

A forbidden woman, once removed,

no longer holds the allure

that the artist wishes to capture

and would risk his life for.


We strip the peacock of their feathers

for they are more beautiful than we.

Take the skin from prowling flanks

of lithe hunters we can never be.


We live to take the purposeful mystery

out of the mysterious.

To unpick, untie and unravel

the unknown land left for us.


We turn the tree into wood

and the wood into a boat.

Put the boat upon the water

to keep our vessels afloat.


Just because we dream of invention

does not mean it should be so.

Perhaps we are not meant to float

but gasp in fear below.


I do not fear of being pulled down,

deep and under, set to drown,


I fear that I may like it.