No boundaries

Beyond history,
when the desert swam
in the homeland of martyrdom

west beyond the devil’s cave
there were no boundaries

and when the sand came
and the words were written

I could see nothing:
an indescribable shape
and unrecognisable colours

because terror has no beginning
and no end
where love is lost in the storm

and time sent to heal
repeats itself and fails

I look desperately
for some horizon
creeping up through the mist

silently, like a saviour



I wrote this poem after visiting the exhibition No Horizon at the Sainsbury Centre at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, UK