Nothing is abandoned
Wrapped in a silo
a coldness now
Milk white memory tidal advance some semblance remains a bond
Your come and gone over and over again yes to begin again
Streets the same sheets the same
Write a hole in the wall trying to wring some new elements
out of the rough escarpments. Standing buggy bound on a frozen plateau overlooking
the screaming waste below we espied two lone figures pluckily dodging through
the firs. outside looking in
A minor road / some hills / shop / out of date / broken
windows / dust / sell by.
rapture
Punched out heart a botched civilisation stand-alone folly
withering decadence
decay
Family seat / bleeding refrain / acoustics
tactics of takeover
On the bus now, we’re still travelling after twenty years, but
nurtured well the interior life.
Take to the suburbs or further they all seem to say waltzing
through the years chatting about horror and the movies. Mention of the
importance of sound design. auratic rubric
Ferris pliant with ghosts
sublunary hymnal
New spirits combing over coptic
Touching the face
Inside the museum cabinet
now talk
In the Egyptian section crepuscular
Wet sodden marshlands / lowland saltmarsh tidal path / half
submerged hulk / moss covered bunker / flat eternal peninsular / severed heads dangle
woozily along the shoreline / a lone stoner.
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