come sharper now,
with age & ingenuity.
letters lost, the brain
remains.
sbm.
.shiny shiny things.
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.after the brigands inn.
will you report the fire?
no i stopped to admire.
i had seen the stack before, the logs
laid neatly, all was ready then,
now your flames attract me, to
talk of lambs and springtimes.
it is from the storm , tinder dry,
too hot to stand by,
i can feel it from here.
on my return all was ash and steaming,
sbm.
.touch the surface.
i slept a darker paint,
a place of nowhere,
no marks, no texture,
clarity.
waking, touch the surface.
sbm.
.the star.
that was satisfying.
did i sit quietly thinking,
then place a few
things together. yes.
that was exhausting.
the star.
..again/i say..
jasmine bundled. a living thing, tied. yet i tied the books, shredded cloth to rags, bled a little. arranged it all my way,the name will be the title, length an object. all else is waxed.
.bridge.
the sun came, shadows lasted
only a short time.
summer now, they come with midges,
breathe fire on the bridge, do not see
us for imagining to live here.
as we did once. now settled in boxes,
we grin and grow.
longer days are
shorter days.
ephemeral.
sbm.
. tudor .
it seems that in moving the body we can free the mind, from one place to another. slightly out of focus.
time is moving forward.
that is the theory……
