The Master Poem is a text compiled of the writing of all the people who submitted work to the KAIROS project. It was painted onto the KAIROS wheel and Stefanie’s body during the live performance over the course of 3.5hrs by Loren.
I offer my words and my wits and my worth,
Reclined amongst ruins before the Abyss
A token of life, this stoic vibration
The key to the Revelation that we resist.
Brace yourself child, the centre you witness,
Imperfect creation with mind still sleek.
Memory pours ink in a secret location,
Each rupture a map, the arrow we seek.
Icy winds are looming, the land is not growing,
The monotone drone starts to lengthen each hour
Hurtling through space in a broken down kingdom,
Ripped free on a giant rock scorched by our power.
Tethered and tilting each contour calls
Four walls collapse, its a conscious choice.
Time all at once as the energy flows,
Moving in cycles, defining your voice.
The Great Eye of Ice, bedeviling the blind,
And the bound looked up at the sky and saw black.
With Seven veils for Seven heavens,
Beckoning the bold as the ghosts retreat back.
I wonder which way I would like to face
Hands grasp, wings beat, my breathing slows.
All my knowledge is that of a moth
On the edge of wakefulness, the memory grows.
Forceful in its stride, the blushing of nature,
‘Come’ she said, ‘We have work to do’.
Great power flows through her, hidden within me,
‘Magician be quick or you will die too’.
Viciously circular are the echoes of the future,
Resist frozen moments, the suffocating cycles,
Dreaming of magic is the truth of human nature,
Ascending and descending, all riding time’s spiral.
Channels appear and spheres surge through years,
Light floods the cells as a wild dance spins,
Through root and branch we swim in silver
Endless seas now under our skin.
Facing the sun between snow topped goliaths,
Clan Chief stands on the speaking stone.
‘Summon the Goddess, your gods grow tired
Of fighting the knowledge with knives of bone.
Worship her slowly, with the dance, the drum,
The writing in her temple of shells and debris
The darkness is leaving, soon we’ll light the fires.
Do not wait for death to set you free.’
Written in red, shapes glimpsed through destruction
A lithe lupine creature of sun-spun gold.
She gleams once again when twilight dawns
A vision of the future, a sight to behold.