CREATIVE WRITING
The shell hardens. Less permeates. Either way, Attention heads inwards. I tread above my own infinite depths. Staying, As if the gaze could Penetrate further into my own essence. The gaze doesn’t move much But it sees, and changes. Upon resurface, even the shallows
P O E T R Y The Ocean Ned Wildgoose Bulloch (Year 10)
Are starkly plain in contrast. Only the deepest shallows
Suce in giving anything of worth. The lowest dives of the eyes of before Are now only milestones that serve to orientate In the blanket of bland.
For want to drink more, The gaze tries to dive. Does it dive? It can’t, and it can, And it will, and it won’t. It wants, To drop deeper, Below sub-conscious, And in that rise higher Than Conscious.
Concentric inner circles, In the deepest sound of silence. Each motion is amplified to Infinity. Viewing oneself from each outside. But in reaching further in, The outset outside is lost. For that which is not everything, Can never be everything. Spinning, With trance-like words Deeper into the beautiful abyss.
Dropping deeper, Retreating further, Rising higher, Reaching wider.
Artwork by Rakesh Paffey (Year 11)
Resonance
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