Popadantsy

here now to no where in a
vehicle of mist 
elsewhen
in a time 
where the sun sets
inside the earth

you have not been wounded in a while 
the eye 
of the spiral exterior 
of the storm and the stars are engines
of time

release the night you hide in
the dark afar you
wear like a hat in the light
lest the sun 
bleach matter

space is a mirror and the heart 
is a haunted reflection
time is lore 
non-local 
an Aleph 
dripping through splinters
between dimensions

you are not supposed to be here
everything happens for a reason

◄ Take A Deep Breath And Count Backwards From Thirteen

Picking At Stitches With Long Nails ►

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kealan coady

Mon 13th May 2019 09:30

Thanks lads, those are lovely comments to wake up to, I really appreciate you taking the time 😊 thanks again

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Martin Elder

Sun 12th May 2019 23:01

I so love the flow and the rhythm of your words as much as the use of words. I finely penned piece Kealan
Nice one

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Tom Harding

Sun 12th May 2019 13:32

nice, strong expressive lines

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