origins and distillations

the horizon has disappeared

the ocean is in my mouth

somewhere there is a child who cannot yet walk
stacking colored wooden blocks, decoding m-theory

and a new planet is being formed
within a mound of opened earth

 

the gulls are crying
and their echoes are being carried
in the canyons of the barren ocean floor

but I have swallowed up the sea

and today's new creation is safe

because its secrets are bottled up in me

◄ göçebe

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elPintor

Fri 1st Mar 2019 06:02

Thanks Stu--just a bit of psychic noise I had to set free so I could get back to sleep )

It's great to see you about...

..and, good morning David and Phil;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2lC47PQ3Z0

I can't be the only one who wakes up to music in my head.

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Stu Buck

Fri 1st Mar 2019 02:11

this is wonderful!

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