Thursday, 21 June 2012

If I

 























A narrow path unto infinity. Narrow paths into infinities. Their arithmetic was clumsy, rough and tactile, a bluebottle buzzing inside a blue bottle.





Mist coats bobbing on waves. Distances flow down, darkness whispering inside
red-gold ears. Their excitement at spying acrobats though spying acrobats presaged plague.





Bird cluster o’ wire & signifier. The roll o’ ground an enormous beetle. Before greeting a neighbour they would bid them farewell such was their terror of atlases.





Sky & land o so gently inter-fold their lips. A warm apricot moon trails ribbons. They walked under earth pale green flames lighting their steps, their heads half threshed away with teapots dangling from their ears.

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