spoons
spritzing mud
something flowing
into the topsoil
holding balance
on unmarked trails
of cracked turf
mind crashing
against itself
after the cut
surface liquids
trapping coffee grains
stir untrammelled
in remote coves
accellerating the speed
of the atmospheric sea
trying not to
sing out of harmony
or spill off the edge
17.07.06.
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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