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I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
But now, I know.
Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.
They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...
Friday 9th August 2013 4:05 pm
if a tree falls and nobody is there should it make a recording
so that we all may hear it scream, tweet, so the birds that one day called it home
can carry word of it’s strident surrender?
maybe this tree is happy to fall and rest in quiet reflection
of it’s once verdant splendour, at peace with its latest role
as the newest crossing over the forest stream and
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:12 am