awakened
the ocean sleeps in a perspective coloured glass house
tide /wandering /overflowing inside birds eyes
the sleeping concierge of of light neaps around melodic lives /healed /
fragmenting masks/
giving free traffic to our posted eyes /of lives
we - like brine figures gaping at /dans la fenetre of the camera
dance dance dance like tide
dance /honey
on the other side of the world he lives among pressed /shapeless wolves
i can see him through window corners /through flesh fragmenting masks/
my trances / sparkle wasteful frenetic flesh
i butter your camera with new glass figurines in culture brine
implanted sweetness /liquid wolves turn your stars into wounded illuminance
guitars groan contrapunctally
the letter trances of my fiscal eye
waiting for lights
beautifully
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2 comments:
endless minimising of fragments is the joint of breath the snap of touch the push and shove fabrics' woven eyes, knees immersion
he he he, nice words , simon, very nice words...
thanks
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