two hundred and twenty degrees: ‘let it go…’
Bad (Wide Awake In America) ~ U2 Clouds roll, columns heavy. Ether sea, wild swell. Sky, breaking. Sheets, of rain. Atmosphere, bent. To buckle. No boughs, can hold. Such extreme, … Continue reading
two hundred and nineteen degrees: ‘in chain reactions…’
The Temptation Of Adam ~ Josh Ritter Sky spilling, over. In shining, streaks. Of light. Clouds burnished, silver. Storms brew, beyond. The mountains. And I wonder, whether. It’s just, the … Continue reading
two hundred and eighteen degrees: ‘habit to love…’
Receive ~ Alanis Morissette Sunlight, spills. In solar, flares. My cup, runnith. Over. This land, has given. Me, back. To myself. * The time will come when, with elation you … Continue reading
two hundred and seventeen degrees: ‘joining up the dots…’
Little Things ~ One Direction Retract, the horizon. Zoom, reaching in. Close up, and intimate. Focal point, centred. Within. Light spun, elastic. Like sugar. Leaves, shifting. Shape. Morph, shimmering. Concentric … Continue reading
two hundred and sixteen degrees: ‘tame my flesh…’
I Will Wait ~ Mumford and Sons Light flower, unfolding. Shadow petal, bloom. This heart, long. Yearning. Wisdom, kept rapt. Wrapped, in muscle. And blood, resounding. I sense, you. Abstracted. … Continue reading
two hundred and fifteen degrees: ‘turn into night…’
Questions in a World of Blue (from Twin Peaks) ~ Julee Cruise Watching, Up again. I wonder, if. You stayed, true. Crossed your, promised. Heart, to me. That love, would … Continue reading
two hundred and fourteen degrees: ‘destination unknown…’
In My Dreams ~ Eels Wedded, as I slept. A handsome, man. I’d never, kissed. Both innocent, delighted. Hands, clasped. Together. And ready for, adventure. Woke, still veiled. In happiness. … Continue reading
two hundred and thirteen degrees: ‘the answer…’
Come Alive ~ Elvis Blue Some days, losing. Hope. Too tired, to trust. Weight, of the world. Too heavy, I curl. Insignificant, and weak. Slow tears, leak. The spiralling, pull. … Continue reading
two hundred and twelve degrees: ‘an infinite mile…’
Come The Harvest ~ Piers Faccini 212, code for. Manhattan, upper east. Side. Desirable, address. Driving ambition, relentless. Drove, my self. Sold, my soul. For nothing, but illusion. Security, prestige. … Continue reading
two hundred and eleven degrees: ‘one enormous circle looping…’
Coming Home ~ Mt. Desolation First star, shining. Bright, against the night. Another day, ending. Another cycle, beginning. These elliptical, paths. We traverse, through life. A tangent, journey. Sphere without, … Continue reading
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