Lines written during a visit to The Minories Gallery, Colchester on 11/6/13. Exhibition entitled Pattern and Belief by Keith Albarn.
I entered the temple.it was the sound of the bell ringing
that drew me in.
I was attracted by the temple
and then I heard the bell
or was it bells?
I was aware of shapes around meand of silence
The silence of the bell - or bells - ringing
I realised my heart was racingracing
But I was not fearful.
Then the temple entered meand the bell - or bells - were ringing
and my blood was flowing
In the temple inside methe temple bell - or bells- are ringing
and my heart is beating
to the rhythm of the chiming
of the bell - or bells.
Inside the temple that was inside meI had to sit and listen
and the shapes began to merge
forming patterns is if dancing
and white was black andblack was white and
night was day and
day was night and
I became the temple and
the temple became me
all the while the bell - or bells