A poem by Kevan Manwaring from his collection The Immanent Moment, posted on his blog in homage to his beloved motorbike that was mindlessly stolen and destroyed last week. It was his only transport and he is running a crowdfunder to help replace it.
Summon lightning
and the thunder comes.
Kundalini rpm.
The dragon wakes,
flexes chrome muscles,
snorts hot breath.
A sneer on its lips,
a glint in its eyes.
A flick of its tail
and it’s off.
Trace pattern on retina.
The past a ghost of dust.
A roaring blur –
nothing but wind, vibration, a visor view.
The road unravels,
is devoured.
Finding peace in motion,
fully present –
now, now, now.
Never more alive
than on the cusp of death.
A knife’s edge –
riding the blade.
Into the unseen.
The road unmade
until you ride it into
existence.
From The Immanent Moment, by Kevan Manwaring, Awen 2011
Posted to raise funds to help replace my Triumph Legend motorbike, stolen on 14th May.
Please support if you can:
https://www.gofundme.com/manage/stolen-bike-replacement-fund
