David Cauldwell

Pioneers of a New Dawn

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Pioneers of a New Dawn

from 381.91
  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

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  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

PIONEERS OF A NEW DAWN

Fizzing green comet across galaxies streaks
With noxious gas cargo that bubbles and squeaks
On a collision course with adolescent Sophia
Crashing through Earth’s atmosphere
Comet’s crumbling
Rasping rocks to all corners
Into volcanoes and oceans
Mountains and ravines
Intrusions violating the landscape
That will take eons to heal
Sophia will never be the same again
As sulphur sambas with bubble squeak gas
A diffusion en masse
Sophia, my darling, your adolescence ablaze
This was always the risk
As you spiralled through stodgy dimensions
On a mission to birth Earth
Matter sticking fast as She cut through the murk
Sizzling stowaways awaiting form
Awaiting catastrophic collision
Devastation heralds a consciousness shift
The Transmuters have arrived
Gaseous beings
Ever ready for change
Thriving on it
Able to magnetise poisoned comet air through temples
Feeding on toxicity
Invisible migrants from fizzing green galaxies
Hungry as black holes
The emotions of humans their staple
Insidious symbiosis or necessary code swap?
Transmuters lost in a maze where lust equals nutrition
Humanity cloaks its carnal age
In carnage
Distracted to the point
Where instincts extinguished, senses dimmed
But mind busier than ever before
Perfect conditions for Transmuters’ tingling temples
Shooting static to induce fear frequencies
A feast created with platters of negative thoughts
But we all gotta eat
We all gotta evolve in this symbiotic mis-arrangement
With every new human born
A corridor opens
New dimensions pin-pricked into this world
All the while gaseous beings bask eagerly in ether
Human sushi train running on its own fear
With every circuit of the track
Etheric ones grow stronger
Insidious symbiosis or necessary code swap?
The reckoning
The beckoning of a new age
Of resolute boundaries and peripheral awareness
Of energetic Self-Empowerment
Either that
Or be fodder for the feast

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed