Sunday, June 25, 2006

Glue those wings and remain motionless

Cloudboy Studios

Roots nagging my steps

...tree speech in plastic bags – a murmuring narration twisting, insinuating into consciousness like a syrupy dagger - Slow slow slowly does it.

Sparkling reflective with palm stretched as if offering something vaguely familiar, yet the body is all sluggish fireworks that melt in the outline of shadow...

Like tightening circles, jittery prose or faint whispers scratched into bark.

An essence of something but nothing comes to mind...

Organum - Birds Wings Were Glued To Their Bodies And Their Feet Froze to The Ground

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