Many Times I Walked The Streets With Visions (Glasgow,1993) Poem by DM W

I walked the streets with bold, electric visions.
I sensed instinctively the cold steel machinery
Behind ungodly, urban designs.

I walked the streets with lucid visions.
I saw the skull beneath the skin;
In the face of the frenzied crowd.

I walked the streets with nightmare visions.
I beheld the sons and daughters of
Contemporary acedia. They were
Wearing ancient crowns of thorns.

I walked the streets with sorrowful visions.
I heard the cries of the dispossessed;
Rotting in their ragged poverty.
I witnessed the desperate junkie fix:
In the swollen, starless night

I walked the streets with tenebrous visions.
I watched the sweet flowers of love
Shrivel up: in an arid desert of lust.

I walked the streets with toxic visions.
I smelt the stale aroma of modern living;
Wafting aimlessly through the air.

I walked the streets with prophetic visions.
I passed countless shops of consumer dreams;
Glittering with a thousand lights.
Yet how quickly they turned to dust
In the twinkling of an eye.

I walked the streets with apocalyptic visions.
The sky was ablaze with white seraphim
And black devils in eternal battle;
Over the dominions of earth and heaven.

I walked through the streets with redeeming visions
I observed pugnacious yet poetic protests
against the vast, iron tentacles of intractable war.

I walked the streets with golden visions:
Warmed by a feeling, that despite all the blight,
There are still spaces within this broken world;
That cannot be infiltrated by its dark agents.
For holy is the power of pellucid, limitless imagination.