one hundred and eighty degrees: ‘dark and empty skies…’
Death Is Not The End ~ Bob Dylan Crossing, the abyss. Having stretched, pole to pole. An arc. Transcribed in thin, silver thread. He bisects, the void. To walk, the … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy nine degrees: ‘trust me…’
Undisclosed Desires ~ Muse Your heart, to mine. Syncopated, beating. In time with, the one. Heart, of all. Whole, greater. Than, it’s sum. Of individuated, parts. ( trismegistus ) My … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy eight degrees: ‘maybe it’s time…’
Dealer Wins ~ The Beautiful Girls How you, flowed. In, and out. Of my life, like light. Sun’s disappearing, act. Magically luminates, the moon. You hid, your heart. Practiced poker, … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy seven degrees: ‘I find complete love…’
Let It Be Me ~ Phil Everly Sacred man, iridescent soul. Wild heart, healing. Flesh, made whole. Our paths, intersecting. And flipped. From, the first. Plant me, a sycamore. Sapling, … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy six degrees: ‘low and behold…’
Rise ~ Eddie Vedder At this, midpoint. Where heaven, and earth. Meet, to kiss. A tree, is born. From seed, of light. Though buried, deep. In a loamy, grave. And … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy five degrees: ‘tell yourself a thought that’s true…’
Blue Truth ~ Jamie Woon Morning. Dawn, breaks. Molten gold, leaking. Through grey, cloud. Two, blue heron. Summount, the oak. Like angels. While autumn, lambs prance. In the greening, fields. … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy four degrees: ‘ask the ministry…’
Harrowdown Hill ~ Thom Yorke Constrained, by a cube. Held, captive. By, matter. Meta, material. Dark, earth. Alluvial, soil. Silent underground, womb. Where, the buried. Seed, sleeps. Natural intelligence, flaunts. … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy three degrees: ‘turning of the season…’
Don’t Carry It All ~ The Decemberists Seed, light. Born, of almond. Or pomegranate. Black Friday, castrated. And hung, from a pine. Felled, to remember. Attis. Nailed, to the plane. … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy two degrees: ‘morning light sings…’
Better Together ~ Jack Johnson Dawn. The eastern, sky. Pure, and bright. Solar, incandescence. A million, rainbows. Blinding. Blazing, truth. This simple, life. Of earth. And sky. Sun, by day. … Continue reading
one hundred and seventy one degrees: ‘under an atomic sky…’
The Wanderer ~ U2 (feat. Johnny Cash) Held, in fine. Balance. Of equal day, and night. Before, the shift. Towards, fall. Smoke, filled skies. Of fallen wheat, and fire breaks. … Continue reading
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