Thursday, 16 March 2017

System in chaos

A perfect vacuum, part of the Homeless Library collection

O wild West Wind
I am a system in chaos.
A breathing Autumn
In chaos, I am a system
Leaves dead, driven like ghosts
There is meaning in them unknown to the Traveller
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red
Perfection is not necessarily smooth and orderly
Pestilence-stricken multitudes we
Arrive where we started
My life's journey
dark wintry bed
winged seeds
I am a system in chaos
A wild West Wind
Over the dreaming earth.

Muvi and Andris 
May 2015

Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books. 

A documentary film about the project can be found here.

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