Monday, 10 October 2011

learning to sing like the trees and the grass

correlations are mapped
between undetermined lines.

between the moons
- my third eye.

the heart's burden,
that knows
like a changing seascape
the delicate kiss
of water and sky.

of fragility and power.

of white static fizzing,
but not behind bone,
where there is anything
(everything) but dark silence.


Timo said...
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Anonymous said...

lovely lovely words as always ms. poirot..;)

withoutwordswouldyouknow said...

"Aha!" She says, twiddling her moustache. (And what a fine moustache). "Is that you?"

Thank you

Anonymous said...

yes,thee ONE and only me...