Pagan, I am

I walk corridors
without visual walls
or edges.
My inner eyesight
sprints and soars.
Flesh and Bone
is merely
veil and curtain.
Nailed here,
by physical heartbeat
… my mind
suffers no such
captive bind.
I view everything
from In-Between
… I am circular,
and forever…
the action
which precedes thought,
and vice versa.
I am Both
a part of the Dawn
calming upon the horizon
… and the raging
Storm which destroys it.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.