IN RAINBOW CORNER![]() A blending of all landscapes starts to breathe and whole seas of disease are overwhelmed. How hard to lose a face in a face. Who I might have been is shelved. Breezing trees start to sneeze; Im at the helm and youre on the throne. In the dangerous ebb and flow of crowding instincts and haunts of reason, somewhere between the purpose and the release savages find their way to the shoreline. Dripping edges go wobbly. Tomorrow seems arduous but blessèd is today. When the greaseproof wrapping is removed and old baby grudges rebuked, we plan a fairytale party to get closer to our all-embracing new cellves. Dont look too far for inspiration. Disconnect from the points of nausea. – Is everything okay with the pregnant fish? Panic fills the cloudy sky and seeds begin to fill the horizon. – Was that the real you or is your face still struggling to break through? When the sullen rain is over Im hoping to be in Rainbow Corner, further along an easeful flow. The unnamed place: carving a beautiful face. ![]() The sun wiggles its forefingers. Im still an inbetweenie yet theres more to me than meets the eye: half of my head is sky. And so, over the brow, looking for something to promise . . . The words come over glossy, and the trail is shut away. |
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